Gas (Chapter 8)

Baby girl, just tell me what you want I got gas and it's smoking and you feel it in your lungs Got the chopper in the seat, in case a nigga play with me Yea, your shorty come to my house, know that She a freak, yeah And I pull up, hit ya dome Chopper banging like the 808 up in this song When I pull up in that Maybach truck, that Bitch gon' leave with me If you fuckin' with my shorty, best believe you finna see Okay, I'm a raq, baby, from the Southside, baby I see that blunt up on the counter, I might have to go and face it I can't handle a Chicago girl, cause them lil' bitches bops Shorty move like Nene brooks, but that lil shit gon' get you popped Pull up on him with a Mac-10, and he see me lurkin' in the back end I get hella gas better tap in, I'm a underdog like I'm Jermey Lynn Yeah, he ballin' hard, but he out of bounds Foenem, took a perk, he ain't make a sound Hey, lil' baby, what you wanna do today Cause I been tryna get a piece of that cake, yeah I'ma sing to you all the melody, baby Moonlight, I want you to see, yeah You know exactly how to get me right, baby That's why I get you anything you want, cause you amazing Baby girl, just tell me what you want I got gas and it's smoking and you feel it in your lungs Got the chopper in the seat, in case a nigga play with me Yea, your shorty come to my house, know that She a freak, yeah And I pull up, hit ya dome Chopper banging like the 808 up in this song When I pull up in that Maybach truck, that bitch gon' leave with me If you fuckin' with my shorty, best believe you finna see I don't play no games with these niggas, babe If somebody try to play with you, you know I might have to come spray I'm a dangerous-ass nigga, I like to come out and play I can't have no real friends, cause these niggas, they be fake She wanna go to pound town, bet let's get it on Shorty hit my line, no FaceTime, tryna hear my songs A young nigga tryna blow up and put my city on Remember we was in the trap house, tryna get the dough A little boogie getting rich, now rocking all designer shit I got enough to come and take yo bitch We got five cars, ten glicks And my cousins told me I'm the shit, pull up on him with the Glocks and the Tittys I'ma just get his ass with no mention talking that tough, I might knock off your dreads And these pussy niggas, they really be fed Baby girl, just tell me what you want I got gas and it's smoking and you feel it in your lungs Got the chopper in the seat, in case a nigga play with me Yea, your shorty come to my house, know that She a freak, yeah And I pull up, hit ya dome Chopper banging like the 808 up in this song When I pull up in that Maybach truck, that Bitch gon' leave with me If you fuckin' with my shorty, best believe you finna see Okay