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Yeah
Fdhhhhh
Yeah
Huh
Bitch we movin'
I been on my shit for fifty shifts no I'm not losing
They gone come around for quarter pounds my gas exclusive

With my bro's I'ma never fold this 4-5 hit on point
Hit you in your knees Make you bleed
Leave you un-in-scene I just hit the gas
In my retro fours

the number, hitting bitches off the burner
Ahahaha I be laughing to the bank
Told em' hahaha you a dead broke lame
Choppa grah, grah, grah 9mm's to your face

of burners
One is a phone and a toaster
I'll roast ya

Check my gain and frequency
And synchronize my sequencing
My mission is continuing
My target is now

and Marty livin' in past
Burners on whip, just might crash
On the freeway going fast (fast)
Don't know if I'm gonna crash (crash)
Don't know where I fuckin'

decoded
Brand new Banga Budda got di burner
Bought to go Dumb
Pop and relapse relax
Am big dawg no regular cat
From grp home, whole gang in cut
Am big dawg

watchin' summer tides rise
Need a bitch to be the Bonnie to my motherfuckin' Clyde
(Ayy, ayy)
The gas got me leanin' when I open the door, man, the whip

tolerate that In and out 

Shawty panics everytime I hit the gas

Dummy did a burnout  

Before I left him in the past

Only real ones around me that be down

in bed sleep tight
1,2,3,4
Riding around with a blick
One in the head I won't miss
Hand on the wheel
Who buzzing my line
Picked up my burner
Who dis
We

be, Can't be like you wanna be
You like to hate, Hermes, Hermes, Triple H
Give that bitch a Pedigree, Come through with a flying knee
Keep the burner

a vegetable naw I ain't that
Past on had to light the stove with the lighter only gas on
Ain't worried bout them oppas if they want it they get blast on
I want

smoke gas, I'm fried
My G's number nine
Get put on channel nine
Walk him down, he fried

He only a killer online
Stop the cap he is not that guy
Bitch, I

we countin' numbers Really heavy, money get tossed, I Walked out them

Gates man and I took off, put it in My mind that I never go soft, all gas

smokin on big thoinks

Let me show you what ya boy been smokin
All this cotton pickin for this gas wit the poten
Ima greek god for the war go odin
Pushing

to the beach
Had to move from the fake I can tell he a leach
Had to keep me a burner cleanse opps like it's bleach
Phone call every time that I go to sleep
I'm

burner to his mouth  free mr hop out, jump and click
Bitch, I can't wait till he get out

I catch that nigga talkin' slick
I'm sendin' killers to his house

I swear that I'm level
Give 'em some gas
In the coupe yea I'm revvin
Take it to the top
Like a stairway to heaven
Persistent in my craft
Each song I

know stop
You could get in it or you could just watch
Cooking with gas and this pedal don't lag
It's down to the floor breaking past all the traps
These

Kreamgang Taliban

Pull up with that burner
Like I'm Wiz Khalifa prices on the reefer
Come and get them cheaper
Hop out with that Drac' like I'm Jas Prince

AK, yeah
On that fucking back burner
Pull your faed back like that boy Nat Turner
I'm on that green paper
I'm on that pink paper
Everybody know that I

a brown
Some pills and some smoke
They gave this bitch a eighth of
Gas for some motherfucking throat
Kick yo door with the chopper
Poppin' yeah you already

the homies so she
Think I'm doin' wrong she say
"Be careful cause they might hit you up"
I'm lookin' at this bitch like
I don't give a fuck
Burner on my hip,

the gang on me like 4PF
And we run up and smoke em they toasty yeah
Put the burner on him he get smoked in here
We don't give a fuck if we perform with them

me by myself here with my scars 
I'm thuggin it out, but I'm uppin the bars

Got my foot on the gas just to swerve up,
Got me strapped in the booth