Gassed Up

[Verse 1: Namir Blade]

These niggas gassed up

Don’t make me pull a shinobi my niggas mask up

Could have took home an Oscar the way we act up

I took advantage of opportunities you would pass up

Call the connect we calling collect

I’m talking satellite phones, if we call, we collect

It's kinda easy when you ball to put the ball in the net

Niggas earned a couple stripes and now they think they a ref

I got a pistol the size of a can of tuna

How you think I would cramp my style with a ruger?

The only thing in my secret window a shooter

Been in the city a bunch of shakеrs and movers

[Verse 2: Fly Anakin]

When thesе niggas come outside, we go back in

Go and get my back in

I tend to be that friend

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Giving up my number it was sugar in ?

Bending over backwards for the spot to put the crack in

Hope this ? unlimited, I cater to the black fans

But need crack and money, racist dollars in my black pants

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It's fully loaded I swear

You Fashion Nova squares popping out the Rugrat wear

Ay, we gonna stop it there

The topic  - spirit realm

Getting busy, big clientele, never 20 minutes to spare

I gotta go bitch

Every show we we used to smoke shit

Then get on the stage and smoke shit

You the novice

Baby you're the body, nigga hol' this

I might learn you some new things if you listen close switch

[Verse 3: Namir Blade]

I been doing dirt but squeaky clean is the money

The profit go berserk, the rotation moving like laundry

Raining in Seattle, My philly was never sunny

My energy never waiver, soliloquy for a savior, no sympathy for a hater

I swear to god I’ll run circles around your favorites

I’ll turn your top 5 mummified

My talent been bonafide

Every time I go and pick a target it’s homicide

Look, I’m tying up loose ends

You don’t make it far off in this business with new friends

Bag over your head, the old school got a new tint

The wheels straight rusty, pack it in if the shoe fits

I’m on the block like the new kids

I’d rather do a whole lotta dirt than to do bids

When I was down bad money seemed so elusive

But now I got the bag a nigga turned into Khrushchev