Gas
[ Intro ]
Lil baap

[ Chorus ]
Yhea we out here smoking gas
You do xans but I can pass
Got a rollie but no ranch
Got no bitch, but I got fans

I roll up with some gas
This night is gonna last
I roll up with some cold
This shit is 2 4 gold

[ Verse 1 ]
Still in highschool taking class
I blaze up and let it pass
In my cedes never crash
Want a lambo, fuck them bans

I got paper not that much
I pull up get a clutch
I don't fuck with no ak
I don't fuck with no spray game
You will find me smoking ak
It makes me feel like ey okay
Life is fast there is no replay
Make it worth it in my own way

Zooming thru in my coupe
Playing dope let it loop
Pop a jigga he a noob
I ain't playing by the book

[ Chorus ]
Yhea we out here smoking gas
You do xans but I can pass
Got a rollie but no ranch
Got no bitch, but I got fans

I roll up with some gas
This night is gonna last
I roll up with some cold
This shit 2 4 gold

(Yhea we out here smoking gas)
(You do xans but I can pass)
(Got a rollie but no ranch)
(Got no bitch, but I got fans)
(I roll up with some gas)
(This night is gonna last)
(I roll up with some cold)
(This shit 2 4 gold)

[ Verse 2 ]
I made money from the am
I talk real shit in my dm
Competition yhea i see them
They be looking for my killcam

I roll up and make it rain
You stay still but I switch lanes
I like cars and I like brain
I like gas and I like chains

Make the ak ease the pain
Spend my money on a strain
I'm in love with Mary Jane
I do gas yhea no cocaine

And I’m new here in the game
Rising up, but got no fame
I am sorry for my name
It does sound very the same
[ Bridge ]
I be making my own beats
I be strollin down the streets
I like shit that I don’t need
You surrender, I defeat

I be making my own beats
I be strollin down the streets
I like shit that I don’t need
You surrender, I defeat

[ Chorus ]
Yhea we out here smoking gas
You do xans but I can pass
Got a rollie but no ranch
Got no bitch, but I got fans

I roll up with some gas
This night is gonna last
I roll up with some cold
This shit 2 4 gold

(Yhea we out here smoking gas)
(You do xans but I can pass)
(Got a rollie but no ranch)
(Got no bitch, but I got fans)

(I roll up with some gas)
(This night is gonna last)
(I roll up with some cold)
(This shit 2 4 gold)

[ Verse 3]
Yhea these bars here are too real
Like to think, yhea I don’t steal
Maybe one from my guy skies
Hope we make some good allies

I be going to the states
Got no friends there, yhea no mates
Need no nasa up to space
Pop some kush, can’t feel my face

All I like to do is chase
A dream up, it is no race
I will come there on some day
At that moment I will stay

Get the fuck out of my way
You be slowing down my rate
With this bullshit up till late
Learn my shit, I’m up to date

[ Chorus ]
Yhea we out here smoking gas
You do xans but I can pass
Got a rollie but no ranch
Got no bitch, but I got fans

I roll up with some gas
This night is gonna last
I roll up with some cold
This shit 2 4 gold