Shoreline Mafia - Gas

Hella wave, we the wave, yeah
Hella wave
Hella
Hella wave, we the wave, ayy
Gang
Gang

You could pour a two, pour a three
Don't pour no less around me
I keep the best around me
And we serving ground beef
All the smoke, it is free
I get the drug for the cheap
That's on the gang, that's on me
That's on the gang, that's on me

You could pour a two, pour a three
Don't pour no less around me
I keep the best around me
And we serving ground beef
All the smoke, it is free
I get the drug for the cheap
That's on the gang, that's on me
That's on the gang, that's on me

I been cracking seals, been had the blick automatic
Niggas turn snake, can't believe that was my homie
I be pouring by the four, two times like I'm Kobe
Serving white like Ginobili, call your bitch up when I'm lonely
Lil' nigga, take a seat
I just made your monthly wages off a fee (big racks)
Pop a Perky sippin' Quali, I'ma geek
Molly sand tan, I ain't talking 'bout a beach (molly, molly)
Big dope, big pour, nun' major
Know you see the laser, .40 on my hip like a pager
Niggas better pay up, you broke niggas done favors
I mix purple with the yellow like a motherfuckin' Laker

You could pour a two, pour a three
Don't pour no less around me
I keep the best around me
And we serving ground beef
All the smoke, it is free
I get the drug for the cheap
That's on the gang, that's on me
That's on the gang, that's on me

You could pour a two, pour a three
Don't pour no less around me
I keep the best around me
And we serving ground beef
All the smoke, it is free
I get the drug for the cheap
That's on the gang, that's on me
That's on the gang, that's on me

North sevens pour a seven out a deuce
You know Ron-Ron got that motherfuckin' juice
Nigga flexing who is you?
On my mama, stripped a nigga out his shoes
Middle finger to the deuce
Free the dudes dressed up in them county blues
Caught my nigga going dumb, he made the news
I can't believe these niggas sucking dick for views
Hold on, lil' nigga, no exceptions
Dick-riding ain't allowed up in my section
Why you faking is a nigga only question
I see pussy up all in your face expression
You ain't street, you might as well make the confession
You's a user right? Tryna make connections
Swear to God I fucking run and take your necklace
Shit get hectic in a matter of two seconds (ayy, ayy)

You could pour a two, pour a three
Don't pour no less around me
I keep the best around me
And we serving ground beef
All the smoke, it is free
I get the drug for the cheap
That's on the gang, that's on me
That's on the gang, that's on me

You could pour a two, pour a three
Don't pour no less around me
I keep the best around me
And we serving ground beef
All the smoke, it is free
I get the drug for the cheap
That's on the gang, that's on me
That's on the gang, that's on me

Walk up in this bitch, go crazy
Fuck going 30, my nigga, I'm going 80
Bitch on my side, ain't even know that's your lady
Bitch on my side, you calling that bitch your baby
Eww, on my mama you niggas nasty
Kissing all these hoes that a nigga had in the backseat
Nasty, yeah I swear you bitches nasty
I'ma stack this guala, then spend it, get it right back see
You niggas gon' get tired tryna do it like me
I put this rap shit on the line, get this money right brief
I'ma nut in that bitch eye so my future she sees
Ayy, fill my pocket, yeah, with that blue cheese

You could pour a two, pour a three
Don't pour no less around me
I keep the best around me
And we serving ground beef
All the smoke, it is free
I get the drug for the cheap
That's on the gang, that's on me
That's on the gang, that's on me

You could pour a two, pour a three
Don't pour no less around me
I keep the best around me
And we serving ground beef
All the smoke, it is free
I get the drug for the cheap
That's on the gang, that's on me
That's on the gang, that's on me

Written by:
Fenix Rypinski, Alejandro Carranza, Robert Magee II, Malik Carson

Publisher:
Lyrics © INTELLECTUAL PROPERTY COLLECTIONS, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, REACH MUSIC PUBLISHING

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