CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : Gas
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, woah, damn, yeah, damn
Pullin' up for three like Herro, Tyler Herro (damn)
Goddamn bands inside my bank, hella zeros
Smokin' on that BBB, while I'm countin' dinero (woo, woo)
Smokin' on that BBB pack, it's some gas
I had yo' lil' b*t*h up in the back shaking that a** (damn, damn)
I know that you wanna f**k wit' Lil' Ballerboi, all them other n***as wack
Talkin' bout countin' bands might get annoying, it's all I do
N***a, shoutout my young n***a Luke, one of the realest in the group (damn, yeah)
I know I'm real f**kin' childish, but I'm gettin' grown n***a bands
How it feel to be some lil' groupies, how it feel to be grown n***a fans
Aye, call me lil' 289, don't need no choppa, just killin' n***as with his hands, yeah
Pullin' up for three like Herro, Tyler Herro (damn)
Goddamn bands inside my bank, hella zeros
Smokin' on that BBB, while I'm countin' dinero
Smokin' on that BBB pack, it's some gas
YOSHIXO is a ho, y'all already know (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Shouldn't expect you to respond to my diss 'cause you ain't even slide for yo' brother
He's still dead, the killers, they runnin' and you in this b*t*h like a bum, n***a (woah)
Why don't you pick up a gun, n***a (yeah)
Why don't you go get it done, n***a (yeah)
I got a baddie in the back of the Audi, I'm f**kin' that b*t*h, make her c*m, n***a
I be runnin' my bands, like way more faster than yo' brother's killers on the run, n***a
Yeah, yeah
Haha, lil' 289, n***a
Forreal
Pullin' up for three like Herro, Tyler Herro (damn)
Goddamn bands inside my bank, hella zeros
Smokin' on that BBB, while I'm countin' dinero (woo, woo)
Smokin' on that BBB pack, it's some gas
I had yo' lil' b*t*h up in the back shaking that a** (damn, damn)
I know that you wanna f**k wit' Lil' Ballerboi, all them other n***as wack
Talkin' bout countin' bands might get annoying, it's all I do
N***a, shoutout my young n***a Luke, one of the realest in the group (damn, yeah)
I know I'm real f**kin' childish, but I'm gettin' grown n***a bands
How it feel to be some lil' groupies, how it feel to be grown n***a fans
Aye, call me lil' 289, don't need no choppa, just killin' n***as with his hands, yeah
Pullin' up for three like Herro, Tyler Herro (damn)
Goddamn bands inside my bank, hella zeros
Smokin' on that BBB, while I'm countin' dinero
Smokin' on that BBB pack, it's some gas
YOSHIXO is a ho, y'all already know (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Shouldn't expect you to respond to my diss 'cause you ain't even slide for yo' brother
He's still dead, the killers, they runnin' and you in this b*t*h like a bum, n***a (woah)
Why don't you pick up a gun, n***a (yeah)
Why don't you go get it done, n***a (yeah)
I got a baddie in the back of the Audi, I'm f**kin' that b*t*h, make her c*m, n***a
I be runnin' my bands, like way more faster than yo' brother's killers on the run, n***a
Yeah, yeah
Haha, lil' 289, n***a
Forreal
