Young Lace - Straight Gas lyrics

[Hook x2] All the n***as smokin' straight gas All the n***as sippin' straight gas We mix the O.G. with the hash And all my bad b**hes got a** [Verse 1: Young Lace] Alright, I'm smokin' on that gas Rollin' with a bad b**h She hop up in the whip and give me all the cash quick Got lean in my cup so my eyes low (?) gang is the n***as that I ride four I used to wanna shoot hoops on TV Now all the bad hoes got my sh** on repeat I get A's in the booth, no cheat sheet Pop a couple Mollys, got me feeling like E.T Knock 'em down like a domino, one's come, I don't know Never f** with snitches, make em vamanos My bu*t is hot: no cigarette And I'm the man, you can see it in my silhouette Roll the weed and let's smoke Money cup game, all my n***a's sippin' on fours Ridin' on fours, sippin' on fours Ridin' on fours, n***a sippin' on fours [Hook x2] [Verse 2: 504Yung] All my bad b**hes, yeah they smoke weed I'm rollin' up an eighth of that O.G Friday, Chris Tucker this is Smokey Fly n***a, real n***a, these b**hes know me These n***as cheap, acting like they got it though Yeah I'm eatin' good, yeah I'm talkin' shrimp and pasta, ho I ain't trickin' even though I got a lotta dough I f**ed your b**h a couple times then it was time to go Sippin' on that lean, rollin' up that bean And a n***a so fresh, yeah they call that Mr. Clean I got yo b**h up on my team, she workin' for that green I put her on a track until my pockets go "Cha-ching!" (Sippin' on that lean, rollin' up that bean) (And a n***a so fresh, yeah they call that Mr. Clean) (I got yo b**h up on my team, she workin' for that green) (I put her on a track until my pockets go "Cha-ching!") [Hook x2] [Verse 3: Privaledge] All my bad b**hes got a** Purple(?) the definition of swag And no credit, all my n***as got cash And they keep the pump too, but they rolling on gas Got a mouthpiece, so money our mustache Shorty let me smash, ain't even get her it back Took her to Mickey D's, she ate it like her last Cuz she know the paper spendin' like Taz Got a yellow chick with a scholarship, 'bout to pa** Say she got a son in L.A., I'm thinkin' Nash Say she got a boyfriend that rap, I'm thinkin' "hater" Burn got motorroll up, I'm thinkin' "RAZR" Tryna tell these hoes I'm Kobe, I'm not a Laker Musta got a hit, all these other n***as vapors Get it, bag it, blunts, papers Higher than a muphukin' Philly wave racer YBL sh**