stop gassin - cincotheflexgod lyrics
i don’t give a f*ck what you talking bout
never gave no f*ck bout that
chopper on me, put your hands up just like some jumping jacks
i been smoking woods back to back feel like a lumberjack
you know that i’m pushing a hundred if cops come and i’m outside
you know that i’m f*cking his thot for fun, that b*tch is not mine
she sucking my d*ck till her nose run and she look up and i’m cross*eyed
you better be keeping it clean, cause i got shooters in the cut like peroxide
they might just put you on a white tee, or the angel chains, or on fox five
walk in that b*tch with a glock*19 in the club, n*gga every time
thought so many had my back, but i turned around and they started stabbing minе
a demon just brought me some racks
hoodiе demonites, and the jeans number nine
but my b*tch a ten
and jett3ye just called me, he don’t got no dreads he fresh out the pen yeah
i could just take your lil b*tch if i want to, it really depend
and that boy better not be stealing cause we cutting hands
first of all know that i’m geeked b*tch
see new money every week b*tch
i ain’t even hit my peak b*tch
don’t give a f*ck bout’ no tweet b*tch
stop gassing them up, they on e
my t*shirt is older than me
these n*ggas a k!ll bout a b
and swear up and down that they p
stop gassing them up, they on e
stop gassing them up, they on e
my shooter walk round with a green beam
he said he don’t f*ck with the green lean
i’m with the mafia, this is the dream team
too many flows, too many hoes, too many clothes
too many bad b*tches with me that n0body knows
i got a hoodie on outside, it ain’t even cold
we finna wipe his nose if i heard a p*ssy n*gga told
stop gassing them up, they on e
stop gassing them up, they on e
stop gassing them up, they on e
stop gassing them up, they on e b*tch
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