L’Orange & Namir Blade - Gassed Up lyrics

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L’Orange & Namir Blade - Gassed Up lyrics

[Verse 1: Namir Blade] These ni**as gassed up Don’t make me pull a shinobi my ni**as mask up Could have took home an Oscar the way we act up I took advantage of opportunities you would pass up Call the connect we calling collect I’m talking satellite phones, if we call, we collect It's kinda easy when you ball to put the ball in the net ni**as earned a couple stripes and now they think they a ref I got a pistol the size of a can of tuna How you think I would cramp my style with a ruger? The only thing in my secret window a shooter Been in the city a bunch of shakеrs and movers [Verse 2: Fly Anakin] When thesе ni**as come outside, we go back in Go and get my back in I tend to be that friend ? Giving up my number it was sugar in ? Bending over backwards for the spot to put the crack in Hope this ? unlimited, I cater to the black fans But need crack and money, racist dollars in my black pants ? It's fully loaded I swear You Fashion Nova squares popping out the Rugrat wear Ay, we gonna stop it there The topic - spirit realm Getting busy, big clientele, never 20 minutes to spare I gotta go b*tch Every show we we used to smoke sh*t Then get on the stage and smoke sh*t You the novice Baby you're the body, ni**a hol' this I might learn you some new things if you listen close switch [Verse 3: Namir Blade] I been doing dirt but squeaky clean is the money The profit go berserk, the rotation moving like laundry Raining in Seattle, My philly was never sunny My energy never waiver, soliloquy for a savior, no sympathy for a hater I swear to god I’ll run circles around your favorites I’ll turn your top 5 mummified My talent been bonafide Every time I go and pick a target it’s homicide Look, I’m tying up loose ends You don’t make it far off in this business with new friends Bag over your head, the old school got a new tint The wheels straight rusty, pack it in if the shoe fits I’m on the block like the new kids I’d rather do a whole lotta dirt than to do bids When I was down bad money seemed so elusive But now I got the bag a ni**a turned into Khrushchev