"Gas 'Em Up" lyrics
Kush By the bush got me high up in the bleachers
And push come to shove u ain't walking in my sneakers
Professor bull Jeff McCool yes I'm the teacher they feenin' my shit
Like a late night tweaker
Coming back around like that big hand
Get clocked get dropped by the big man
Yes sir Jeff McCool gotta big plan
Cut ya like a hog take ya ass to the pig stand
Now tell ya daddy the news tell ya mammy and ya pappy that we comin' for you
Make it snappy like a finger boy I'm gunnin' for you
Get the dogs ready yup they gone be huntin' for you
That ole spotlight seeker all in ya speaker
Cocaine flow gassem up all ether
I can play grim reaper
I can take you to the tent and let ya talk to the preacher
I'm on some country ass pimp shit
Higher than a blimp bitch
Heat in the pocket same leg that I limp wit
Old man river on the hook ain't fishing
Beat keep knocking mormon on a mission
That sweet tea twisted
Treed like Christmas
Old wish wishlist you won't ever get this
My bars stay hoppin'
Drink stay poppin'
Chrome on the wheels Steve to the hawking
U corny as a food plot smoking on some moon rocks
Weed you out the garden cultivating on some new crop
Lookin' at the new clock hanging on the roof top
Bitch I'll take ya soul and deliver to the shoe shop
That ole spotlight seeker all in ya speaker
Cocaine flow gassem up all ether
I can play grim reaper
I can take you to the tent and let ya talk to the preacher
Boots tight moonwalk in the moonlight
Too hype too white but my paradise is too right
A few nights pass like a quarterback I'm nice
Grab you by the wing lets take a new flight
My grass stays greener your skies are the bluest
I got an itch on the finger, debating should I pull it
Praise to the dreamers I'ma sleep through it
Paradise I'll take a shot. New found bullet
Shoot ya straight like arrows
Fly like sparrows
Trying to make a dollar in this heat
Dinero
Walkin' down the street off beat
When I creep no preach no monk no sir no pharaoh
Hah but I'm on my grind
Hit the asphalt don't know what I'll find
Slash through the ash 110 in a 50
Grabbed my gun and some roses hit paradise city
And push come to shove u ain't walking in my sneakers
Professor bull Jeff McCool yes I'm the teacher they feenin' my shit
Like a late night tweaker
Coming back around like that big hand
Get clocked get dropped by the big man
Yes sir Jeff McCool gotta big plan
Cut ya like a hog take ya ass to the pig stand
Now tell ya daddy the news tell ya mammy and ya pappy that we comin' for you
Make it snappy like a finger boy I'm gunnin' for you
Get the dogs ready yup they gone be huntin' for you
That ole spotlight seeker all in ya speaker
Cocaine flow gassem up all ether
I can play grim reaper
I can take you to the tent and let ya talk to the preacher
I'm on some country ass pimp shit
Higher than a blimp bitch
Heat in the pocket same leg that I limp wit
Old man river on the hook ain't fishing
Beat keep knocking mormon on a mission
That sweet tea twisted
Treed like Christmas
Old wish wishlist you won't ever get this
My bars stay hoppin'
Drink stay poppin'
Chrome on the wheels Steve to the hawking
U corny as a food plot smoking on some moon rocks
Weed you out the garden cultivating on some new crop
Lookin' at the new clock hanging on the roof top
Bitch I'll take ya soul and deliver to the shoe shop
That ole spotlight seeker all in ya speaker
Cocaine flow gassem up all ether
I can play grim reaper
I can take you to the tent and let ya talk to the preacher
Boots tight moonwalk in the moonlight
Too hype too white but my paradise is too right
A few nights pass like a quarterback I'm nice
Grab you by the wing lets take a new flight
My grass stays greener your skies are the bluest
I got an itch on the finger, debating should I pull it
Praise to the dreamers I'ma sleep through it
Paradise I'll take a shot. New found bullet
Shoot ya straight like arrows
Fly like sparrows
Trying to make a dollar in this heat
Dinero
Walkin' down the street off beat
When I creep no preach no monk no sir no pharaoh
Hah but I'm on my grind
Hit the asphalt don't know what I'll find
Slash through the ash 110 in a 50
Grabbed my gun and some roses hit paradise city
