C. Scott, Landy, Drill - On dat Gas ft. Dr. iLL lyrics

Chiefing on reefer smoking on diesel
In love with the drugs can't get enough
It seems like day and night I'm rolling up
OG gas bag lemon kush
Where your pack at?
Keep that midget to your self
We don't smoke that Reggie Bush
Sour in the sweet, got me
Higher than a booster seat
Mollie got me geeked
Double cup full of Easter pink 93 supreme
Got my swisher stuffed with sour d
The shit I smoke is outerspace
I teach you astrology
Light the tree no fire place
My cheebah come from state to state
OG kush, banana kush, white willow
Look like frosted flakes chiefing on reefer
Good cannabis the shit that I smoke
Comes from Canada roll up the gas then
Light it up vacuum sealed loud from Siberia

Bitch I'm on that gas that pack, aight?
Y'ain't rolling, y'ain't bout that life
Bitch I'm on that gas
Diesel got me on a flight
Only smoke supreme, rolling up sour D
Bitch I'm on that gas that pack, aight?
Y'ain't rolling, y'ain't bout that life
Bitch I'm on that gas
Diesel got me on a Flight
Only smoke supreme twisting up sour D

Brittany and Sidney and Keisha, Lisa
Kim and Tori geekers behind close doors
But in public they be Fronting
Dirty me down, I keep pouring
Deuce deuce and a two
That means double me fool
Geeking like Screech
And they say they smell it
Way down the street hoes call me Master P
Perks popping pouring Promethazine
Codeine all up in my drink
Too geeked up what can I say faded
Fly like a bird in the wind I be high
Like I got wings on my back, I can fly
Molly make her transform to a super-freak
Bust it open in the party girl you too geeked
Stoned and stuck, too faded
Bitch suck it like she got two faces
Blowing indo indoors, so much kush smoke
We broke the alarm
Don't be alarmed, just know we armed
We rocking foreigns don't give a Fuck
I'm Double cupped i'm stoned & stuck


Another pack on the porch
Dropped off at the door time to make a juug
And finesse across the board
Break it down and bag them
Let them go across the world
My distribution been global
So you know I get them gone i stay posted
Know I'm in the trap i'm counting stacks
Got racks on racks i got that gas
You want it fast, come get it
Get your self a sack gas
Keep them packs by the pound
You better stay silent when buyin' my loud
You make a false move
You're six feet in the ground
If I see a snitch turn up
I turn that bitch down
Better not make a sound the police be around
Feds pull up at my shows
Trying to figure me out
I'm slinging that dope
That be coming out my mouth
I'm repping down south
Carolina what I'm bout
And I'm blowing that strong
I'm gone sipping liquor
You say you're getting money
But, I'm getting money quicker
When I hit the plug up
I will spend 5 figures
Got the gas circulating
Grams to grands, I'm flipping