MAX WELLS - Gas On Breath (Prod. Yung Milkcrate) lyrics

I was smokin with my youngin makin plays breakin onions like its nothin makin money like our parents got no budget/ Watch me flex like im pushin reps, this my ship you just on the deck f** a check/ Gas on my breath, cash on my bed/ Help unravel with the battle on my head like ive been duckin from the feds i take a puff there goes the edge/ Yeah x2 Make em handle it with a candle lit and reflecting the damages how do I plan to become with no manager/ Close to the edge I might jump, dont step close to my blunt if you wanna get your smoke on better throw down on the fire/ Throw a bag over the siren cover up no breaking silence so damn loud my weed is violent, and green and violet boy you ought to try it/ So so so so so so So high I just made friends with Orion on the moon I must be hybrid cuz im flyin past yo eyelids ooh/ Call me your highness while the eyes be multiplyin on me, how you the dopest when your song is still relying on me?/ I got the fire need a lighter for desire homie find the buyer stay a frequent flyer cuz they vibin for me/ I keep the rolly, heart of shorty in a lock box / Im feelin holy work the magic smokin wah-lah /