K3 - Straight Gas Lyrics

You ain't never held a gun, why you actin' gangsta
You ain't havin' all them racks, why you actin' famous
I got niggas with them drums, that'll catch you in traffic
But we won't crash, we ain't dumb, paper what we stackin

The way I move, I'm balling like magic bad lil' bitch, I pass her
I never understand why there's f*ck niggas cappin , on the net they chattin
Really they just internet, not the type to get into that
All on Facebook, get your face took ,let's see if you really active

I could walk down, take your bitch, on some fashion shit
She say that she love me, when I f*ck her, cause I'm passionate
Treat her like a eater, she a teacher , lil' classy bitch
Told her I don't need her, she got the crying ,on dramatic shit

You ain't never held a gun, why you actin' gangsta
You ain't havin' all them racks, why you actin' famous
I got niggas with them drums, that'll catch you in traffic
But we won't crash, we ain't dumb, paper what we stackin

I don't smoke mid,only za,let's be real man
Why you say that u the plug , knowin' you a middle man
Got caught on that tight end, we just George Kittle him
Bro send forty-nine shots, we tryna belittle him
You's a workin' nigga, I'm a boss, you ain't worth it nigga, we let you off
Kylie Irving nigga, we could've got you crossed, but Jesus told me not to do you like that
We got heaters like a furnace, and they in the back, if we see him, we burn him we get em whacked
How I get him hit,and Ian got a strap, I just push that button

But f*ck that shit, I'm at the function, we get shit jumpin' like it's a back flip
I take yo' bitch, this shit that real, she want me, get behind it like a ad lip
Treat it like medicine, but this ain't advil
F*ck her and put her to sleep, like it's lean, wake up her tell her leave

Now she say that I'm mean, shit I don't give a f*ck, gotta get to the bucks
Can't waste time, cause shit take timing
Gwop in my jeans, and I'm with the team, money long like it's Giannis
I'm a young nigga counting up paper, I don't know why f*ck niggas hatin

I stayed down, I was patient, I might blow now,shii I can taste it
White bitch Taylor, said she wanna taste me
I'm in New York, and I'm by the port
Oh shit man, that's just what im sippin', I'm drunk as hell on the booth I'm glitchin

He smoke a booth, we don't do midget
I'm on a move, yeah, I'm on a mission
I'm waist deep like Tyrese Gibson, that's what a thot thot say when I'm hittin
I don't smoke mid only za , let's be real man

Why you sayin' that you the plug, knowin' you a middle man
Got caught on that tight end, we just George Kittle him
Bro sent 49 shots, we tryna belittle him
You's a worker nigga, I'ma boss

You wasn't worth it nigga, we let you off
Judie Irving nigga,we coulda got you crossed
But Jesus told me not to do you like that
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