Gas Up

Niggas talking they shit loud Guess they done seen me Broke this gar down Then I grooved up sum GP Talk to og he told me "Seen you on the TV" I'm just like "Yea" Hope motherfuckers remember me 5 fingers 4 niggas got shot Just for playing nigga My big cousin chopped up with me Said "Get some grams nigga" Slid right thru with a pound fuck you saying killa Had them boys hit that road With some pain killers 45s, Glock 9s, & 38s I can't think lately New bitch from Compton She asked "Are you a G baby" Responded with "Bitch I'm from Hoover What you think lady" Ran into a couple my grooves They lace some game on me Houston Fuckin Texas little bitch I'm from that Nawfside Even when a nigga in the burbs I still be outside Plenty nights overthinking shit I know that ain't right Momma always said "Be the leader" I'm like you sholl right Super antisocial with some vocals I can't be stopped Skipping squares for all this money Like it was hop scotch Hot box in a BM dub And its a drop top Let it down On Rodeo Drive I hit that (skrtt bye) Went to Baton Rouge at LSU To see my Young Boy Had a 9 called him Drew You feel the Brees boy Never doubted any my niggas We all a team or Maybe I'll call it a movement Since it'll mean more Blacks Live Matter no lie We sick of the bullshit Wanted to walk outside to cop Empty a full clip Hunnid rounds drums and monkey nuts I'm going Ape shit Made my nephew buy a pack Of that Data shit Flipped it for like 1800 Then I gave him his bread Young shorty came from DC Yea she gave me head Parked the car right outback She eating my steak yea Then her pops came to the door "WYD IN THERE" I grabbed my heat I tucked under the seat From like last week Steady beef I don't eat meat I hate pigs See The last time I wrote for a song I had to dig deep Only 22 but I'm numbered At like 2-3 Watch I hit the game winning shot I yelled "KOBE" Damn when I got that news It was fucking with me Sent a prayer up to the sky Never Forget my Peeps HTripp2 Live On We all love you my G DEMON Its 3VN