Gas Heem (feat. Lil Goofy, Young Byrd)

Crack some dicks, bitch I see them suckas slippin', better get the catechloppin Catch me in the third world, cause I'm stylin', smackin Me and Lil' Dame higher than a motherfucker Cops block, get rocked like the last session A real black boy, f*ck you niggas talkin' bout Baby ass got gas, movin' in for the cash Rockin' with no mask, givin' a nigga ass Niggas free Mack blast, the jets ain't dead And rest in peace, Skrilla, shout out to Lil' Pooda I love that lil' nigga, and free that lil' pork In the third world, bitch, double dick for your bitch 30 dick for a snitch, and free that nigga LP Slashin' lil' Kodak, BZ with a bow, ay I'm wasted, nigga, know that Your bitch bein' throwback, now probably you wanna know back Nothin', nigga, toe tag, white sheet and body bag They say I'm gutted, I'm grimy, that's why I'm from the hood I'm gettin' money in the mornin', boy, I know it's good My BG's on the block or what's ya, nigga, woot My BG's got the choppa, what ya, nigga, woot They say I'm gutted, I'm grimy, that's why I'm from the hood I'm gettin' money in the mournin', boy, I know it's good My BG's on the block or what's ya, nigga, woot My BG's got the choppa, what ya, nigga, woot Less me up, first off, I'd like to say Free crib, three noids, free tea, free woo Times I'm free now Rhymin' free my niggas at Times I'm a nigga from the hood, free tea, too Got R.I.P., Mark Rowe, A.W. Shane My nigga, baby D, Lil' Steve, and Big Benz Got Lil' C, Ducky, Kraymel, and Craig Grindin' Nick, I can't forget about you, y'all We go way back when I was a little bit of Tyler Little sushi, that's the bottom of the Trumps I rolled up the D, now I'm headin' to the top I ain't stopped by the Senate, still stuck to the block And my nigga, he went, he was out, loose spots Level 5, J-Buff, and my nigga, Bill Wheeler R.I.P., Willie Clay, still J-Black My nigga, Lil' Rick, he was out with the Mack I'm gettin' money, in the mornin', boy, I know it's good My BGs on the block, I Houston nigga woo My BGs got the chopper, whatcha nigga woo They say he better rhyme it, that's why I'm from the hood I'm gettin' money, in the mornin', boy, I know it's good My BGs on the block, I Houston nigga woo My BGs got the chopper, whatcha nigga woo Pop pop, pop a piece, like P interfere bitch Lil' Steve, tune six, that's the hood bitch Two six, seven nine, never go back Bounce out, but let my lil' niggas handle that BGs turn the OGs to 17 ARs, big shit, whatcha fuckin' mean My lil' niggas keep the same guns as the Taps Just call it black shit, nigga, you don't see no maps We keep the goons on deck, we ain't callin' cops See in my city, BGs do the homicide Cash money, hot boys, lil' Mark and Bobby In Las Vegas with them murder boys right behind me Lil' Dane rollin' up in the blowout My wife 55, bein' a winner on the couch See I'm the boss of this town, but you ain't heard of shit Ben a Frank Strip, with my murder bitches, murder bitches They say I'm gutti, I'm grimy, that's why I'm from the hood I'm gettin' money in the moment while I know it's good My BGs on the blocker, whatcha nigga woo My BGs got the choppa, whatcha nigga woo They say I'm gutti, I'm grimy, that's why I'm from the hood I'm gettin' money in the moment while I know it's good My BGs on the blocker, whatcha nigga woo My BGs got the choppa, whatcha nigga woo