Our Music Is Art - Gas (Prod. Roman RSK) Lyrics

G-G-got that gas man that gas got me stanking
G-G-got my mind, had my mind on vacation
L-l-live it up s-s-smoke it up, reiteration
G-G-got that gas man that gas got me stanking

Mind so loud that I'm fearing the crowd
Smoked four joints feel incredible now
So spaced out like magellanic clouds
Knew some men who couldn't handle the clout
All of the cougars medulla is droolin'
Walk in the club where my music is booming
Trying to make me look stupid girl
Who are you fooling? You looking so ghoulish
Maybe I'll pull out the ruler measure her bullshit
Call her out to school her
Man, I am cooling in my final form like Cooler
Dude lucky I don't call for shooters
Or I don't drown him with the coutas
Send em in a stupor
Call me up an Uber
Roll a blunt yeah that is my maneuver

G-G-got that gas man that gas got me stanking
G-G-got my mind, had my mind on vacation
L-l-live it up s-s-smoke it up, reiteration
G-G-got that gas man that gas got me stanking

Parallel once said it's better to whip in a Tesla
While you were flipping the dressa
The Cops may just come an arrest ya
We might finesse ya
You getting sliced up like Elektra

Striking preemptively
Readily come in contact with the enemy that might just envy me
Tendencies to come in with all the weaponry
I get so high off the weed not the ecstasy
A hit or miss
Can get you strangled with some licorice
Illiterate limericks give a liberal his bitterness
I'm ripping shit
And splitting wigs
I'm evil no deliverance
I'm coming out the cut if it's prohibited
People want to witness the shit I'm killing
Good riddance killer
You is too vanilla
I'm going hard like Attilla
We could run up in your villa
Trench deep with them guerillas and
Ya boy has been a savage so you calling him a villain

G-G-got that gas man that gas got me stanking
G-G-got my mind, had my mind on vacation
L-l-live it up s-s-smoke it up, reiteration
G-G-got that gas man that gas got me stanking