FKi 1st - Good Gas lyrics

(Intro) Hahaha, good job, 1st Yeah you gotta take time with this sh*t TYO, Uno in this bih (1st) 1st in this bih, good job 1st Ooh, yeah (Chorus:) Wonder why they cap on me, uh (yeah) Two hundred racks on me, yeah (sauce) Know I got a pack on me, yeah (skrt skrt) Know I got the pack on me, yeah (sauce) Good gas got her nose up (ooh) Louis belt, yeah I show up (hey) Burberry jacket, doors up (skrt) Wonder why that b*tch chose up (wet) ‘Cause I be stylin', uh I take that b*tch to the islands, uh (wet) I see them lame n*gg*s eyeing, uh (ew) Heard you n*gg*s on a diet, yeah (hey) You want the smoke then try it, uh (skrt skrt) Heard you n*gg*s on a diet, yeah (sauce) You want the smoke then try it, yuh (flex what) I heard you n*gg*s on diet, yeah (Verse 1) Too much green in my pocket, uh (yeah, yeah) Margiela, had to cop it, yeah Know I be dripping in the kitchen, uh (uhh) Bag her, I don't stay, then Lennox, uh Ride around the city like Tity, uh (ew) Ridin' 'round, then you know I get it, uh (flex) Had a little bih, had to hit it, uh (skrt skrt) Got that dust, then I split it, uh Damn n*gg* where you find her, uh (yeah) Rock clothes in designer, uh (yeah) Lame n*gg*s, no talent, uh Relax baby I'll recline you, uh (sauce) She bad I remind her, uh (skrt skrt) Thought I'd let you know, uh (hey) Diamonds let you go, uh (ooh) f*cking up a check though (Chorus) Wonder why they cap on me, uh (yeah) Two hundred racks on me, yeah (sauce) Know I got a pack on me, yeah (skrt skrt) Know I got the pack on me, yeah (sauce) Good gas got her nose up (ooh) Louis belt, yeah I show up (hey) Burberry jacket, doors up (skrt) Wonder why that b*tch chose up (wet) ‘Cause I be stylin', uh I take that b*tch to the islands, uh (wet) I see them lame n*gg*s eyeing, uh (ew) Heard you n*gg*s on a diet, yeah (hey) You want the smoke then try it, uh (skrt skrt) Heard you n*gg*s on a diet, yeah (sauce) You want the smoke then try it, yuh (flex what) I heard you n*gg*s on diet, yeah (Verse 2:) [?] wait a little minute [?] wait up p**y little n*gg*, want [?] [?] little b*tch she want fake love Told the p**y n*gg* better [?] Told the little b*tch come hold my nuts Babe please hold up, me and Tokyo doing donuts p**y n*gg* hatin' like Joe Budden He ain't ever ever been out road runnin' Two-hundred K just broke the bank You n*gg*s still out broke hungry n*gg* wanna know I'm in a different lane n*gg* still a** and the hoes don't love him Hundred round drum and the hoes love me Black masked up, it's a cold summer Told that little boy game over Gave that little boy the cold shoulder, yeah Baby told me game over Baby gave me the cold shoulder, yeah [?] my shoulders How you gon' give me could shoulder, yeah Yeah, run with 240s a pair Scope in that rifle, I swear I will dare you (Chorus) Wonder why they cap on me, uh (yeah) Two hundred racks on me, yeah (sauce) Know I got a pack on me, yeah (skrt skrt) Know I got the pack on me, yeah (sauce) Good gas got her nose up (ooh) Louis belt, yeah I show up (hey) Burberry jacket, doors up (skrt) Wonder why that b*tch chose up (wet) ‘Cause I be stylin', uh I take that b*tch to the islands, uh (wet) I see them lame n*gg*s eyeing, uh (ew) Heard you n*gg*s on a diet, yeah (hey) You want the smoke then try it, uh (skrt skrt) Heard you n*gg*s on a diet, yeah (sauce) You want the smoke then try it, yuh (flex what) I heard you n*gg*s on diet, yeah