Gas

[Verse 1: Tee Grizzley] I got, 500 pounds of that gasoline We can press 'em in some shit that look like fax machines Drop a nigga from a distance, like he Dr. King The type of sleep that boy getting he ain't gon' have a dream 2 watches still ain't got no time on my schedule Make the cane stretch just like that bitch on The Incredibles You rap niggas stay in your lane, thats what you better do Drako shells turn a nigga matress into a sectional So many fiends outside the spot, the shit look like Chick-Fil-A You know you pumping when your [?] house doing brick a day We gon switch up houses after 60k Never slippin' in the alley pistol with the K Fuck if I'm rich, bitch we going to the Hawthorne In the spaceship, with my wrist going like a light saber, this star wars And you know we doing this beef We ain't have to have court when we shooting 4 deep [Verse 2: TaliBando] I do this for my brothers, kill or die Hate to stand in line Heard that nigga snitching He won't make it there to testify In the Bentley Truck with my nigga T [?] I told him right before this rap shit, I was doing fine I was spendin' 'round a thousand [?] for like 85 Heard niggas cappin in they songs, they be tellin lies And if it wasn't for this rap shit, they wouldn't have a dime I [?] my nigga out the bakery cause he be sellin pies Turn the traction off on the Cadi and cut the block up (Skrt!) Ain't no limits to this shit, I feel like shooting [?] I think the opps, and the feds teaming up, they tryna stop us Go up top on the nigga, spread his brains like it's some pasta [?] bad piece, like twenty thousand Nigga headed 'round me, hit the stash, called his bitch to come and count it I'm just gettin' to the money, what's the problem? Rawr, rawr with that chopstick, I got a problem [Verse 3: YNW Melly] In the streets, with that choppa and I'm lurking And my niggas, they ain't snipers but they observant In a stolo with your bitch and she keep swerving Bought the pistol with this hoe, she acting nervous Short ass nigga but I'm down to toe tag you With your tall ass choppa with an extended Magnum Oh, damn, I fucked him with the Magnum Thats your bitch, thats your bitch, but she's thotting Thats your bitch, in my clique and we plotting I got my bitch and she's more rotten Y'all fuck boys talk shit, but don't play Cause we like to pull up with a hunnit round case And we like to pull up and let them bitches go Oh, oh no, I'm trying to fuck all on her throat Diamonds wet no Yachty, but this shit look like a boat Fuck that, pop that bitch inside her throat Wait, fuck that, I'm just having fun on the beat Hold up, knocking on your door bitch its me Hold up, OMG Melly like to creep Whoa, damn, Grizzley came deep Okay, yo dat nigga runnin' hunnid deep Oh, snap, tho, yeah that nigga runnin' hunnid deep Aw, damn, on the block, with the Bronco [?] Yeah, I'm with the Bronco, boy, we post it in the streets, ha, ha