Straight Gas

[Hook x2]

All the niggas smokin' straight gas

All the niggas sippin' straight gas

We mix the O.G. with the hash

And all my bad bitches got ass

[Verse 1: Young Lace]

Alright, I'm smokin' on that gas

Rollin' with a bad bitch

She hop up in the whip and give me all the cash quick

Got lean in my cup so my eyes low

(?) gang is the niggas that I ride four

I used to wanna shoot hoops on TV

Now all the bad hoes got my shit on repeat

I get A's in the booth, no cheat sheet

Pop a couple Mollys, got me feeling like E.T

Knock 'em down like a domino, one's come, I don't know

Never fuck with snitches, make em vamanos

My butt is hot: no cigarette

And I'm the man, you can see it in my silhouette

Roll the weed and let's smoke

Money cup game, all my nigga's sippin' on fours

Ridin' on fours, sippin' on fours

Ridin' on fours, nigga sippin' on fours

[Hook x2]

[Verse 2: 504Yung]

All my bad bitches, yeah they smoke weed

I'm rollin' up an eighth of that O.G

Friday, Chris Tucker this is Smokey

Fly nigga, real nigga, these bitches know me

These niggas cheap, acting like they got it though

Yeah I'm eatin' good, yeah I'm talkin' shrimp and pasta, ho

I ain't trickin' even though I got a lotta dough

I fucked your bitch a couple times then it was time to go

Sippin' on that lean, rollin' up that bean

And a nigga so fresh, yeah they call that Mr. Clean

I got yo bitch up on my team, she workin' for that green

I put her on a track until my pockets go "Cha-ching!"

(Sippin' on that lean, rollin' up that bean)

(And a nigga so fresh, yeah they call that Mr. Clean)

(I got yo bitch up on my team, she workin' for that green)

(I put her on a track until my pockets go "Cha-ching!")

[Hook x2]

[Verse 3: Privaledge]

All my bad bitches got ass

Purple(?) the definition of swag

And no credit, all my niggas got cash

And they keep the pump too, but they rolling on gas

Got a mouthpiece, so money our mustache

Shorty let me smash, ain't even get her it back

Took her to Mickey D's, she ate it like her last

Cuz she know the paper spendin' like Taz

Got a yellow chick with a scholarship, 'bout to pass

Say she got a son in L.A., I'm thinkin' Nash

Say she got a boyfriend that rap, I'm thinkin' "hater"

Burn got motorroll up, I'm thinkin' "RAZR"

Tryna tell these hoes I'm Kobe, I'm not a Laker

Musta got a hit, all these other niggas vapors

Get it, bag it, blunts, papers

Higher than a muphukin' Philly wave racer

YBL shit