Gas what I smoke
I said gas what I smoke
I said gas what I smoke
I said gas what I smoke
Number nine jeans on my bucket list
No I can't trust that hoe, no I can't trust that bitch
I'm parked inside the crib I'm with my shooters bitch
I use my gun so much I need a coolin kick
I just popped me a perc I'm going stupid lit
I'm feeling like I'm ken cause I be losing it
Can't stress about no hoe cause I can't lose a bitch
I'm rocking 23 cause I can't losing bitch
Money big like times 10
Bitch don't f*ck with me I'm chillin hoe I'm vibing
Pussy bald it look like Krillin let me dive in
Had to go ghost on the net but I'm reviving
One look that hoe come give me neck she steady biting
I run this shit just like a president I'm biting
Bitch I don't even want you stop that crying
Can't even f*ck with my level
I told that bitch I do better
I leave blood on the shelf
And bitch I got a Barretta
And all my pockets is swollen
I don't even f*ck with the devil
Just let me dive in your ocean
That nigga runnin we get em
Yea all my pockets in dividends
All my guys they be killing shit
If I shoot it it's over
Yea all my diamonds get colder
I told that bitch I won't post her
Bih stop that talking bend over
Yea bitch I don't even know you
Just let me cry on your shoulder