Felly - GAS! lyrics

[Intro] 'Sup! I'm smokin' Plan, Plan B is like the worst sh** [Verse 1] We're smokin' if it ain't gas I stay turned up from these raps Hope that chick that be countin' my cash 'Cause I ain't too good at doin' math What you know about me and my mans Hope to finish safe this new jam Could say Hollywood with no fans Still ain't Hollywood so let's jam This my Jam Ridin' solo, I be on my own, yo Feel bad for my ex She see me grindin' like I'm sposed to Really can't get blamed by sh** But livin' out these hotels I could never change my friends How could I ever slow down Baby [Verse 2] Gotta get my sh** in order Gotta get a flight 'cause she's hittin' my line And she's headin' to Lollapalooza And she just my type, took the chick I like And the pick she throw the deuce up Young Fell still get the booze up I swear I'll go Dr. Dolittle Haircut like a young Medusa, I swear Rocky rolla', Up like pop Gotta keep the toes up, sippin that shot Throw out the top Shoutout to dun duh duh, you don't wanna Play with the stoney boy you'll get trouble Man the bays above my blood vessels Move to LA got cold as gun metal Lately I've been in and out of dinner with the pressure Found it kind of funny 'cause she couldn't get no better Stuff a couple hundred in the pockets of my denim Makin' sh** up (pop, pop) be on schedule Really want my pieces, peace, and John Lennon Movin' through the streets in premium raw denim Said I wouldn't do it but I had to do it better Under the influence it's somethin' in the ghetto Girl it's Saint Louis and nobody does it better Want to be exclusive but I told her I got hella From the truth [Verse 3] Searchin' for that sh** Worry 'bout the future, yeah Livin' to pa**ive, like forget right now Gotta think of where I'm goin when I finish All up in your brand new linens I could've been a cop k**a high up with the sinners I should've been a dentist I'm goin' back to Texas [Outro] Gotta gettin' my sh** in order Gotta get my sh** in order Gotta get a flight 'cause she's hittin' my line And she's headin' to Lollapalooza And she just my type, took the chick I like Yeah, yeah and I f**in love her So I'll see you tomorrow Yeah swear Ima see you tomorrow I swear