Ology - Gasport Lyrics

Comin through with the gasport
Keep it moving like a passport
F*ck your preacher f*ck your pastor
Yeah that's true religion like the pants store
Moving quick like fast 5
Kickin bitches out the back door
Shout the homie that's mack ten
What the f*ck you thing he keep the mac for

Never been defeated I'm just doin what I gotta do
If I take a L I'm bouncin back and comin straight for you
You don't know nothing about me bitch cause I been making moves
Tried to f*ckin tell you I was comin through

Had it tucked away in his Jansport
But that's really all that I can say
Keep it 100 no need to be fake
Rule number one never speak to the jakes
Bitch will you please get the f*ck out my space
Like an astronaut homie I'm floating away
My brain has always been a maze so I smoke weed and figure it out in a daze
Boy I ain't trippin I got my own pace
She gave me that pussy I know how it taste
No I don't smoke the blunt if it's laced
Did enough of that shit in my day
I'm off the xans
No literally I'm off the xans
Had to stop all the f*ck shit before I was dead
The world is on drugs
They wake up then work and then eat and then they go to bed
Just to wake up the next day and do it again
I'm tryna f*ck baby girl and her friend
If I'm not in the booth then I'm running up bands
No Metallica like Megadeth fans
Your mcm cappin bitch come get your mans on the gram with a gram in the woods he a stan
Man that type of f*ckin shit should be banned
Dont smoke it if it's not the size of my hand
Backwoods on swole you see it from Japan
Tryna be global like Dan
Wanna make sure they can hear me in France
None of that shit happens without a plan
Bitch I'm a rockstar I don't need a band
Shoutout vvs that shit is my jam
Bitch dont come to the crib if you smell like a clam get back to your man