Straight Gas

You ain't never held a gun, why you actin' gangsta You ain't havin' all them racks, why you actin' famous I got niggas with them drums, that'll catch you in traffic But we won't crash, we ain't dumb, paper what we stackin The way I move, I'm balling like magic bad lil' bitch, I pass her I never understand why there's f*ck niggas cappin , on the net they chattin Really they just internet, not the type to get into that All on Facebook, get your face took ,let's see if you really active I could walk down, take your bitch, on some fashion shit She say that she love me, when I f*ck her, cause I'm passionate Treat her like a eater, she a teacher , lil' classy bitch Told her I don't need her, she got the crying ,on dramatic shit You ain't never held a gun, why you actin' gangsta You ain't havin' all them racks, why you actin' famous I got niggas with them drums, that'll catch you in traffic But we won't crash, we ain't dumb, paper what we stackin I don't smoke mid,only za,let's be real man Why you say that u the plug , knowin' you a middle man Got caught on that tight end, we just George Kittle him Bro send forty-nine shots, we tryna belittle him You's a workin' nigga, I'm a boss, you ain't worth it nigga, we let you off Kylie Irving nigga, we could've got you crossed, but Jesus told me not to do you like that We got heaters like a furnace, and they in the back, if we see him, we burn him we get em whacked How I get him hit,and Ian got a strap, I just push that button But f*ck that shit, I'm at the function, we get shit jumpin' like it's a back flip I take yo' bitch, this shit that real, she want me, get behind it like a ad lip Treat it like medicine, but this ain't advil F*ck her and put her to sleep, like it's lean, wake up her tell her leave Now she say that I'm mean, shit I don't give a f*ck, gotta get to the bucks Can't waste time, cause shit take timing Gwop in my jeans, and I'm with the team, money long like it's Giannis I'm a young nigga counting up paper, I don't know why f*ck niggas hatin I stayed down, I was patient, I might blow now,shii I can taste it White bitch Taylor, said she wanna taste me I'm in New York, and I'm by the port Oh shit man, that's just what im sippin', I'm drunk as hell on the booth I'm glitchin He smoke a booth, we don't do midget I'm on a move, yeah, I'm on a mission I'm waist deep like Tyrese Gibson, that's what a thot thot say when I'm hittin I don't smoke mid only za , let's be real man Why you sayin' that you the plug, knowin' you a middle man Got caught on that tight end, we just George Kittle him Bro sent 49 shots, we tryna belittle him You's a worker nigga, I'ma boss You wasn't worth it nigga, we let you off Judie Irving nigga,we coulda got you crossed But Jesus told me not to do you like that Thanks for watching