"GAS STATION" lyrics
(808)
Ah
Ah, ah, hello?
Hello? Hello? I think the police at the phone
I hearin' the static alone, your bitch in here sniffin' cologne
Nigga, servin' the rock to the fiends, come get some
Glock with a chop and a beam, I hit some
All this money on me, I should probably invest some
I think all bitches equal, so you can't impress nothin'
Aim this chop at your head, we don't care 'bout your vest on
Man, this shit 'bout the bread, I don't care 'bout the best song
Give a fuck what you said 'bout a bitch, I ain't stress, holmes
My bitch is Mexican, she give me baso, pesos, let's go
Diamonds is water, my neck froze
At the gas station, get packs off
You niggas broke 'cause you slack off
I get this money, I'm never gon' back off
Chop with a big .40 MAC, dog
This shit is shootin', it'll take all your tats off
Let's go, real trap shit, can't talk on my cellphone
Make you niggas feel funny like I fucked up my elbow
Bet I keep a strap on me like I play with velcro
And my shoes YSL though, these not no shelltoes
You want the pack low, lil' nigga, hell no
I got the ice on, I feel like Frozone
She ride the cock all night, she gon' go home
Gave her somethin' to bounce on, my shit a pogo
Said she love YRS, she gon' tat up my logo
I got on Robin jeans with the Polo
I'm on the island, blunts on the boat thought, nigga
Ah
Ah, ah, hello?
Hello? Hello? I think the police at the phone
I hearin' the static alone, your bitch in here sniffin' cologne
Nigga, servin' the rock to the fiends, come get some
Glock with a chop and a beam, I hit some
All this money on me, I should probably invest some
I think all bitches equal, so you can't impress nothin'
Aim this chop at your head, we don't care 'bout your vest on
Man, this shit 'bout the bread, I don't care 'bout the best song
Give a fuck what you said 'bout a bitch, I ain't stress, holmes
My bitch is Mexican, she give me baso, pesos, let's go
Diamonds is water, my neck froze
At the gas station, get packs off
You niggas broke 'cause you slack off
I get this money, I'm never gon' back off
Chop with a big .40 MAC, dog
This shit is shootin', it'll take all your tats off
Let's go, real trap shit, can't talk on my cellphone
Make you niggas feel funny like I fucked up my elbow
Bet I keep a strap on me like I play with velcro
And my shoes YSL though, these not no shelltoes
You want the pack low, lil' nigga, hell no
I got the ice on, I feel like Frozone
She ride the cock all night, she gon' go home
Gave her somethin' to bounce on, my shit a pogo
Said she love YRS, she gon' tat up my logo
I got on Robin jeans with the Polo
I'm on the island, blunts on the boat thought, nigga
