Da Drill - On dat Gas ft. Dr. iLL lyrics

[Verse 1: C.Scott] Chiefing on reefer Smoking on diesel In love with the d** Can't get enough It seems like day and night I'm rolling up O.G. gas bag Lemon kush Where your pack at? Keep that midget to your self We don't smoke that Reggie Bush Sour in the sweet, got me Higher than a booster seat Mollie got me geeked Double cup full of Easter pink 93 supreme Got my swisher stuffed with Sour d The sh** I smoke is outerspace I teach you astrology Light the tree no fire place My cheebah come from state to state O.G. kush, banana kush, white willow Look like frosted flakes Chiefing on reefer Good cannabis The sh** that I smoke Comes from Canada Roll up the gas then Light it up Vacuum sealed loud from Siberia [Hook: C. Scott and Landy] b**h I'm on that gas That pack, aight? Y'ain't rolling, y'ain't bout that life b**h I'm on that gas Diesel got me on a flight Only smoke supreme, rolling up sour D b**h I'm on that gas That pack, aight? Y'ain't rolling, y'ain't bout that life b**h I'm on that gas Diesel got me on a Flight Only smoke supreme twisting up sour D [Verse 1: Landy] Brittany and Sidney and Keisha, Lisa, Kim and Tori Geekers behind close doors But in public they be Fronting Dirty me down, I keep pouring Deuce deuce and a two, that means double me fool Geeking like Screech And they say they smell it way down the street Hoes call me Master P Perks popping pouring Promethazine Codeine all up in my drink Too geeked up what Can I say faded Fly like a bird in the wind I be high Like I got wings on my back, I can fly Molly make her transform to a super-freak Bust it open in the party girl you too geeked Stoned and stuck, too faded b**h s** it like she got two faces Blowing indo indoors, so much kush smoke We broke the alarm Don't be alarmed, just know we armed We rocking foreigns Don't give a f** I'm Double cupped I'm stoned & stuck [Hook] [Verse 3: Dr. iLL] Another pack on the porch Dropped off at the door Time to make a juug And finesse across the board Break it down and bag them Let them go across the world My distribution been global So you know I get them gone I stay posted Know I'm in the trap I'm counting stacks Got racks on racks I got that gas You want it fast, come get it Get your self a sack Gas... Keep them packs by the pound You better stay silent when buyin' my loud You make a false move, you're six feet in the ground If I see a snitch turn up I turn that b**h down Better not make a sound The police be around Feds pull up at my shows trying to figure me out I'm slinging that dope That be coming out my mouth I'm repping down south Carolina what I'm bout And I'm blowing that strong I'm gone sipping liquor You say you're getting money But I'm getting money quicker When I hit the plug up I will spend 5 figures Got the gas circulating Grams to grands, I'm flipping [Hook]