Gas

Uh, It's D-Beezy Baby Woke up in the morning like damn it's early Touching on a brick now my hands is dirty Saw a bad bitch wit her friend i flirted Took em both to the crib now they mans is nervous ugh Lemme me start off by saying it's D-Beezy Baby I'm so sick I heard the beat and I regurgitated In other words I spit the shit that make ya colon cave in The coldest lines I could wit the coldest cadence Couple screws loose yea I go crazy so you know these other niggas can't stand it Cuz I'm Standing on top of the machine I'm a mechanic When they hear I'm bout to feature they panic Even if I slow the shit down F*ck it imma keep it choppin like I'm hibachi grillin it's easy That way when I open up my lips n I start to spit they ain't askin shit They already know that it's me cuz That shit Gas! I ain't even spark a match but that shit so fire You don't even have to ask to know that shit Gas! I ain't even spark a match but that shit so fire You don't even have to ask to know that shit Gas! Every single time I smoke they like That shit Gas Every time they play my songs they like That shit Gas Every time I switch my flows they like That shit Gas But now you're just showing your ass Wrote a new verse Now I'm in need of some water Fire as f*ck I just gotta record it Mind in a haze Had to remember it all cuz the paper went up in a blaze As soon as I jotted it down now my desk got a hole that is blacker than me So you would think, that I'd be pissed But a nigga is happy as happy could be Like I'm clapping my hands and I'm stomping my feet Like I feel like a room wit no roof and a breeze Like I'm sober as f*ck finally hitting some tree Like it's me and my girl playing birds and the bees Like I'm way too excited to sit in a seat Shit got me jumping all over the place There ain't no asking me what do I think cuz I know that it's written all over my face That shit Gas I ain't even spark a match but that shit so fire You don't even have to ask to know that shit Gas I ain't even spark a match but that shit so fire You don't even have to ask to know that shit Gas Every single time I smoke they like That shit Gas Every time they play my songs they like That shit Gas Every time I switch my flows they like That shit Gas But now you're just showing your ass When the sun rise I get my ass up rubbing both eyes Blacking out my paper with dope lines I do it on my own since they won't give me credit or co-sign I guess I wasn't suited for the times like bow ties I guess they wasn't ready for the way that I be spitting Way too used to these niggas riding the rhythm I'm a little different, imma say it in a way that make em listen If they miss it they wasn't paying attention And now everybody knows it Lines is the coldest And they the only one that's not impressed But if they look around the room everybody like oh And they all on they own looking dumb as shit But that's exactly how it goes when I drop a little gold In the middle of my flow trynna see if they notice Then I grab the canister and I start to pour it All over the floor They like f*ck is this Oh yea that shit Gas I ain't even spark a match but that shit so fire You don't even have to ask to know that shit Gas I ain't even spark a match but that shit so fire You don't even have to ask to know that shit Gas