Cyn187 - Gas lyrics

Fuck if he talking then I'm at his stove
Just asked yo bitch how it feel to get choked
She got the wet 'fore a nigga get stroked
I got the wet 'fore a nigga get soaked
Re-up and we up we fresh off the boat
Fire a clip, anybody want smoke
Get his ass burnt that boy
Thought he was cold i brought clique
I brought pipe pussy you could get both

Opp for the bread, in his toast
Nigga want war then I level yo coast
Don't stand to close or I reach for the coat
Body in the sea we can see if it float
Bullets seek heat so we see when you near
Nigga wanna front then we
Aim through the rear
Gun to his gear, run me that gear
Hush on the end so nobody can hear

Say you the shit, nigga I just smell fear


This, here, make you disappear
Don't really give a fuck how this appear
I just approach them and knock off peers
I can see God when I look in the mirror
I can see you when I look through the rear
Fuck it, I spray if 'em if they wanna bang
If it ever get dirty we down for the stain

Remember my name, Cyn
Popping the clips, you get hit from the range
Gun if you trip
Make the trip from my hip to your face
Stay in the way, you get taken away
Squeezing, it spray, please boy you lame
Even you gray and you pale in the face
Frail and he brake, his life is at stake
Now we leaving the stage
Be where he stay, outside his place
Roaring that K, niggas that pop
That's one foot in the grave
Niggas be hunting, we looking for pay
Mama be crying and looking away

I here the sirens, ain't nothing to say
Hit the fences, get the fuck out my way
I prey on the predators they can get ate
Before I pull a 9 extension and spray
(YUH, YUH, YUH)
Addicts they see me and know I got fixed
Grip up on the fifth 'cause I cannot slip
Run up on a nigga it's a blitz
Act like a hoe and get one in yo wig
My shooters they always be down for the shot
Box cut a nigga, ain't tryna box
Crow in the cut and you quick to get chopped
If nigga touch me they dropped
Fuck a cop 'cause I don't fuck with opps
And fuck the pen 'cause the
Can't keep me locked
Don't want no beef, be around with the wop
Shotty shot, we fill him up with watts
Tommy gun, I'm Stewie with the pops
Tummy tuck I leave him sick to his stomach
Vegas summer see this shit'll get hot
Kansas City when the air get cold
The boy take a L if he do not get low
Squeeze on them triggers like they broke and
I leave a nigga stiff and moving slow
Get put on a plate if he wanna get bold
Please don't test me or get put on your neck
I'm putting work on the niggas who flex
Lost yo mind and now you losing your life
Where yo stripes, you ain't got shit
You get wiped
Like a plumber I'm the one with the pipe
Jason Voorhees, I'm the one with the mask
Freddy Krueger, bitch I come out at night and
If I catch you sleeping
I'm dumping on sight
Not a pretty boy but Floyd
I come for the fight
Michael Myers, I'm the one with the knife
Firefighters, I can put out your light
Why you lying
You don't know 'bout the night
From the gun and now get ready to strike
Uppercut and I feel like I'm Mike
Shoot another man, I feel like I'm Mike
A bitch with no balls
What the fuck you a dyke

Illing I'm diligent, forgive my ignorance
Scalp him and pull that shit back
He get the pistol whip, finally, and
The same body was still in a bag in the back
Sealing a stack, go through the stash
Shot through the glass though his
Head hit the dash
No ID, can't see through the mask
Say the wrong thing and you see how we spaz

Hourly counting up counterparts, have a heart
Never spark, getting dark
Dangerous dueling with Bonaparte blow apart
Open the case just to show his heart
Blood on the pave so you know it's art
Carrying in twos like it's Noah's Ark
Copping his bitch
Ain't no bargainin' with
This carpenter's tent
I've been nailing your bitch
And she out on the boat
Yeah she riding my ship