Fire Up Da Gas (Special Drop)

Fire up the gas Hell yeah I like to smoke Quarter, ounces, halves, Man F*ck it get the Bow High octane, Ninety-three is what we blow Mann we know it Ain't pressure if it don't make us choke. When I Fire up the gas, it gotta hit me like a ball bat Pressure so strong, you need a mask DAT came from hazmat. Breathing in some clouds so loud, you catching contact. Eyes so low like China man wit the cone hat. Blunt so big like Judy, hittin it from the back. Fire up the gas, Yeen put in you can hit ya black. Slack? None given You can move from my division. Now gone about ya biz, cause this paper what ya missing. Never wit the sneak dissing Peeping snakes who always hissing Niggas hate and block a vision, but I hit Em wit precision. BANG 40 on me mane and I aint talking bout the cash flow. This shit here a blow ya mind from Nosey shit you want to know. Smoked Out Faded... Discombobulated Please don't judge my mental most ppl think Im crazy. Bonafide hustler bout my paper I be chasing. Now I'm back to Koolin, purple haze is what Im blazin. Fire up the gas Hell yeah I like to smoke Quarter, ounces, halves, Man F*ck it get the Bow High octane, Ninety-three is what we blow Mann we know it Ain't pressure if it don't make us choke.