Project Pat - Gas lyrics

I got that gas, off in the hood Turned to the max, want that green Come shop with me, I got that sack Got what you need, that Mali green I keep that pack, I'm on fire I'm burnin up, I got that gas I got that gas, I got that gas I got that gas, I got that gas I got that gas, I got that gas I got that gas, I got that gas I got that gas, I'm on fire I'm burnin up, I got that gas I got that gas off in the hood, turned to the max Better chill, I pop a pill Know how to act, put that molly off in my wallet Don't do no tab, drinkin liquor Split up the Swisher, fill it up with grams Smokin Keisha, don't do no Reggie My name ain't Kim, roll that gas Where the f** you rollin? Them seeds or stems, chasin M's Man gettin in, stackin dividends Couple of pounds of that stanky sh**-ta Bought me a Benz way back then You smoke that mid, 2006; Check me now Blowin on some sh**, louder than a band Here I am, they'll take them bales Put 'em in a van, yes I am Man f** them pigs, I'm goin ham I got that gas, off in the hood Turned to the max, want that green Come shop with me, I got that sack Got what you need, that Mali green I keep that pack, I'm on fire I'm burnin up, I got that gas I got that gas, I got that gas I got that gas, I got that gas I got that gas, I got that gas I got that gas, I got that gas I got that gas, I'm on fire I'm burnin up, I got that gas I wake up in the early morn, toke two to the dome Choking loud, b**h I'm blowing strong O-G my cologne b**h I'm grown, what the f** you mean I do what I want Grab my tone, then I grab my stealth Then weigh up a zone b**h I'm on when I gets it in Best believe it's domes Ship it out, bro you movin fast I be like what's wrong? f** you mean? You ain't got my cheese? I'm like n***a please co*ked that chrome, ain't no takin these Them expensive trees, sh**tin me? Got the right mind to put your mind at ease Help them beams find a light line, cause he couldn't keep it G Blowin purp, a vanilla Swish; I don't give a f** This three-five, I'ma grind it up, fill it in one blunt Take your b**h, hit her from the back I know she gon' front, b**h don't act Got this in my cup for hoes and my s*uts With these Xans, I think I'm the man Don't know who I am, once again I stay blowin gas like a ceiling fan I got that gas, off in the hood Turned to the max, want that green Come shop with me, I got that sack Got what you need, that Mali green I keep that pack, I'm on fire I'm burnin up, I got that gas I got that gas, I got that gas I got that gas, I got that gas I got that gas, I got that gas I got that gas, I got that gas I got that gas, I'm on fire I'm burnin up, I got that gas