Young Lace - Straight Gas lyrics

All the niggas smokin' straight gas
All the niggas sippin' straight gas
We mix the OG with the hash
And all my bad bitches got ass

Alright, I'm smokin' on that gas
Rollin' with a bad bitch
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 niggas that I ride four
I used to wanna shoot hoops on TV
Now all the bad hoes got my shit on repeat
I get A's in the booth, no cheat sheet
Pop a couple Mollys, got me feeling like ET
Knock 'em down like a domino, one's come
I don't know
Never fuck with snitches, make em vamanos
My butt 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 nigga's sippin' on fours
Ridin' on fours, sippin' on fours
Ridin' on fours, nigga sippin' on fours


All my bad bitches, yeah they smoke weed
I'm rollin' up an eighth of that OG
Friday, Chris Tucker this is Smokey
Fly nigga, real nigga, these bitches know me
These niggas 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 fucked your bitch a couple times
Then it was time to go
Sippin' on that lean, rollin' up that bean
And a nigga so fresh
Yeah they call that Mr clean
I got yo bitch 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 nigga so fresh
Yeah they call that Mr clean)
(I got yo bitch up on my team
She workin' for that green)
(I put her on a track until
My pockets go "Cha ching!")

All my bad bitches got ass
Purple the definition of swag
And no credit, all my niggas 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 pass
Say she got a son in LA, 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 niggas vapors
Get it, bag it, blunts, papers
Higher than a muphukin' Philly wave racer
YBL shit