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