YNGN - 7 AM Lyrics

I don't know whose gas I'm passin
3 a.m., leave the club so tragic
Smokin' this gas, I'm blasted
She in love, might take her to Saks Fifth
Me and him, not in the same bracket
We could pull up right on him, what's happenin
Get to blappin
I could pull up right on him in traffic
Leave his whole damn body in the casket
Well f*ck it, I'm glad that we made it
Smoke gas till I can't get faded
Take her way back home, we could play this
Had to cut a plug off, he invaded
Then I let that bitch, she crazy
So what, this shit can't phase me
I pop this, she'll get lazy, yeah, yeah, yeah
Walked in, I'm smokin' exotic, pack out the lobby
Turn this shit into my party
No one can stop me, walk like a zombie
No, I can't feel my body
Gang, might leave with a homi
I hope one of these boys try me
F*ck around, get this shit poppin
F*ck around, this shit poppin
She ain't used to the lifestyle, no
Yeah, I'm smokin' this gas, I'm vibin
Kill a man, leave him and his body on the low
She ain't really used to the mosh pit
She said she don't wanna do it no more
She don't wanna do it no more
She don't wanna go through it no more
Ayy, put up, back it up, f*ck it up, kill it
YNGN in, back in this, bitch and I'm committed
This ain't addiction, I'm committed bitch
On my own time and I'm limitless bitch
Took her back home cause I'm feelin' this bitch
Don't f*ck around and get real in this bitch
Uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh
Yeah, smoke with my bitch and we gassin
She want me to take her to Saks Fifth
She smoked on her gram and she laughing
She like f*ckin', we f*ck up the mattress
If I pull up, I'm makin' it happen
If I pop me a seal, get it crackin
Had to pour up for all of the sadness
And I'm drownin' my love with the madness
We f*cked on the floor, then we f*cked on the couch
I'm landin' in Houston, I'm all in her mouth
She know where I'm at, know we came from the South
Pull up, I'm taxing, I'm payin' em out
You talkin' shit, but that's not what I'm bout
I'm bout my money and cashin' it out
Throw up the money, we floodin' the drought
Look at my bank, you ain't seen that amount
She gettin' high when I'm gone with the gang
Makin' it back and we smokin' on strains
Taking up two, but you not in your lane
We was cut different, no, we not the same
I'm throwin' the money, I'm makin' it rain
Hope we make it back, gotta pour up for pain
I never get caught, pour the shit in the drain
I'm makin' it back, gotta catch me a-
Plain bitch, I'm faded
AP A graded
Plan B, she take it
Can't stop, can't phase me
New man can't change me
Grown man can't play me
Smoke ass, get faded
Smoke ass, I'm faded, yeah
Talk later, let's start with a roll up, roll up
Heard about you like, wait, hold up
I don't ever change, don't fold up, fold up
We can have a sit discussion with a pour up
Enough with the talkin', enough with the drugs
We geekin', your liver is full of the mud
We need to slow down, this shit got me in love
We need a full pound, we can smoke for the month
I'm reachin' my peak, don't think I make it back
I'm countin' my hundreds, I put em' in stacks
I pull up a beat and I f*ck up the track
I call up a bitch and I blow out her back
I'm buyin' whatever, I'm blowin' them racks
I'm takin' my time, no, I wait on the plaques
I'm crackin' a seal, never sip on the yak
I'm with the gang and we smoking on thrax
I don't know whose gas I'm passin
3 a.m., leave the club so tragic
Smokin' this gas, I'm blasted
She in love, might take her to Saks Fifth
Me and him, not in the same bracket
We could pull up right on him, what's happenin
Get to blappin
I could pull up right on him in traffic
Leave his whole damn body in the casket
And you know them birds gon' take over
I was sippin' on lean, don't hang over
She was suckin' on dick in a Range Rover
I was runnin' through your clique and the gang with me
Yo bad bitch wanna lay with me
Let the shit go, you can't hang with me
Had to finish up the tape, cause they waitin' on me, yeah, yeah, yeah
YNGN Restless