Go (Gas)

[Intro: Wiz Khalifa]

Fuckin' put on a wrong head- pair of headphones and shit, uh

[Verse 1: Wiz Khalifa & Tyler, The Creator]

Just took ten shots and I ain't pass out

Spent a hundred grand and I ain't cash out

If you smoking OG, bring the grass out

These niggas filled up, bring the gas out

Talkin' bout some shit that you know you stole

I have my fuckin' way with this game, no remote control

Drinking on some gin cause I like alcohol

How the fuck you sposed to win, you don't know how to ball

Turnt up but still smoking

Tryna drive but my eyes barely open

See the cars, see the watch, see I done moved up

In my condo smoking out watching True Blood

Tryna take Taco to the strip club

Tryna take Tyler to the dealer bruh (l'm right here guys!)

Tryna take Domo to the weed spot

True pothead so I need pot

[Chorus: Tyler, the Creator & Wiz Khalifa]

Go, I'm so fuckin loaded

Pockets and the smoke and all the bitches

Tell em

Go, faded and I'm floatin

I hope your lungs is open

All the bitches, tell em, go

Now I been around the world before (But, gas, uh)

But I never thought it'd be this way

And I smoked up all this weed before (Start it up to tell em', go)

But I never thought it'd feel this way (Yeah)

And all the bitches be like, "Yeah"

[Verse 2: Domo Genesis & Tyler, The Creator]

Celebration shots got me really faded (Uh)

Kind of famous, enough to laugh like I really made it (Uh)

Drunk enough to stir some controversy, bitch let's fucking tape it

I feel amazing, making digits off my fucking cadence (Yeah, nigga)

Suck a dick, hater while I selfie with the Eiffel Tower

Five star general, the Odd Future I'm Eisenhower (Uh)

Said I couldn't make it, I show you niggas to fight the power

Igniting sour, watching Chowder in my finest hour

A clearer mix of acid jazz and blue grass

Niggas still stuck in the past, opening new scabs (What else?)

Me and Wiz matching bottles nigga, open two tabs

Stumbling out with six models, my nigga order two cabs (One, two)

We ain't worried bout rivals, them niggas too trash

Fuck what niggas think, I'm the illest one in the new class

And I don't give a fuck what niggas ain't fuckin' with

OFWG run with the team or suck a dick

[Chorus: Tyler, the Creator & Wiz Khalifa]

Go, I'm so fuckin loaded

Pockets and the smoke and all the bitches

Tell em

Go, faded and I'm floatin

I hope your lungs is open

All the bitches, tell em, go

Now I been around the world before (But, gas, uh)

But I never thought it'd be this way

And I smoked up all this weed before (Start it up to tell em', go)

But I never thought it'd feel this way (Yeah)

And all the bitches be like, "Yeah"

[Bridge: Tyler, the Creator]

Guitars sound like some Kill Bill shit, watch it

That's that church tambourine shit

My grandma used to play that

Nigga

Golf Wang

[Verse 3: Juicy J]

(Turn up) Yessir

I got old money, I got new money

Put 'em together, I got huge money

Bank teller call my phone, she tell me I'm putting on

Twenty years of success, let's toast to the best

Sip on some ace then I pour out the rest

Fuck bitches, get ends

Drink gin, fuck their friends

Juicy J three hoes in a white on white Benz

I stay sipping codeine

Blue dream I'm rolling up

Looking for a bitch with bank statements like Oprah

These black diamonds racist, Louis V no laces

My plug on call coming straight up out the basement

All I know is money, it don't look like you

One shot from the chopper make you look like two

[Outro: Tyler, the Creator]

Go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go