No Gas

Ay, ay

Go and pour a nigga pints with the gang [?]

He just called me up and I grab that .223

So I pop up on the block, and I'm sprayin, make it clean

Boy, I'm servin all these junkies, yeah I swear they be some fiends

You not sellin grass, boy you smokin on some trash

Chesapeake gas gonna leave you in some ash

Boy you sellin K2 and you still ain't gettin cash

This choppa gon spill em, take his cheese like a rat

And this Smith and Wesson, yeah she callin, she want blow

She just called my phone, and she told me, "Let it go"

I spray yo block like Febreeze, but it ain't cologne

Leave yo mama cryin, now she wanna change her home

Choppa leave you crippin, yeah you trippin, its a headshot

He thought it was a pimple, stupid boy, its my red dot

You a opp boy, and thats something that I cannot

Run up on my gang, we gon leave you at the big lot

Choppa leave you spinnin like a trickshot

51/50 thats the gang, yeah that's this block

Cookin' all you opps, like some ramen boy I'm too hot

All eyes on me, boy I'm feelin like I'm Tupac

Pourin up the pints with the gang, [?]

He just called me up, so I'm finna grab that .223

And I pop up on the block, and I'm sprayin, make it clean

Servin all these junkies, yeah I swear they be some fiends

You not sellin grass, boy you smokin on some trash

Chesapeake gas gonna leave you in that ash

Boy you sellin K2 and you still ain't gettin cash

And this choppa, it's gon spill em, take his cheese like a rat