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24 år gammel jeg

as a pasifict
 Meadly of the accurate
I was in the back my friends jacks old crappy acura
Passing round some gas and you know i aint talking flatulance
 Maybe

At every show on my tour & shit
All legit 
Slanted eyes, I call her my foreign chick.
Pick her up in my foreign whip
& let her hit the gas because it’s

drained out now 
I'm breaking out 
cre we falling down 
Down down down

Can you take it slow 
Can we take it fast 
Foot on the gas I'm really back 
Come

who got the hash??
ain’t gotta ask
I’m Hank hill wit that gas
Tank filled with the stash 
Juiced off that Sativa 
2 shots Casamigos 
find me with my

nobody that went missing 

(Nah For Real)

I was trying to turnup for the whole city
I was full of the Love and they still envy
I be full of the Gas but I

a double XL (big boy)
Pour me a glass
Roll me the gas
It get me out of my shell
I blow the bag on whatever 
But with you it's deeper than that I can tell (I

flat lands
That I convinced myself of the reality of the rapture
But with no gas stations for miles and miles and miles
I played it off to you as a joke

to equip the ski mask
So they be sneak dissin snakes in the grass
While I be nuking trees catching vibes in the gas
Blowin smoke so thick a nigga can't see

with rakes
Hit the gas go fast, make it past With no brakes!
Stack up that dough & green Way up to the ceilings!
Money is king! Gotta get it by Many

Here we go, when we gone let this go 
You checking me bout a hoe 
I ain't stressing you bout no nigga 
You know where that shit is rilla 
I gas her give

harder with desires that sick in
Like the liquor, we keep sippin never tierd of drinkin
I'm a keep on going harder step on gas, we drifting, skrt skrt
I be

many fake niggas around i can't tell who's who
Pray that they don't show up at my funeral
Droptops on the PCH its beautiful
Smoking gas in traffic while

an artist
And then I disappear a nigga departed
Smoking gelato no cookie, I bet like a bookie, I'm gone off the gas I'm retarded
They don't know bout that

without a roof
Pull up a wraith, under the run, it came without a roof
Major moves, we step on the gas we killing the major goons, major goons
Gucci all

the snakes
Cause these niggas out to get us
Grass cut
You think can pass us
Better gas up
You got 100 miles just to catch up
And yo ass stuck
I know

look like the movie we plotted
I star in that shit and I shot it
I recorded myself and I mix it
Nigga paid for the promo I bought the equipment
Put gas

cant face
Come with a new name
But a brain that I cant replace
Every time that I get in my car I think about gas
Duct tape on the windows and a tube up

never no call no show
She always one call away from a low blow
Smoke straight gas and that's why all these
Butterflies pass so slow
Slow

is my fill in the blank
(Yuh)
I know I gotta be frank
(I Do)
Think I just leveled my rank
(Yuh)
Why you still smoking on dank
(Why)
When you need gas

penetrating
Hit the gas I’m on they ass I ain’t into patience
Mojobethetruest making moves
You niggas complacent
I’m just tryna figure out what the deal is
Too

and out my element
Smoking gas takes away my oxygen
White bitch won't dick from an African
And I'm finna hit a lick with my Mexican
I be around kings only

now
The name planetary
Don't talk to me now
Threw out the Versace
Can't fuck wit em now
Smokin the gas
Roll up the loud
Then i hit the beat like it owe