Gas! - Felly

'Sup!

I’m smokin'

Plan, Plan B is like the worst shit

We’re smokin' if it ain’t gas

I stay turned up from these raps

Hope that chick that be countin' my cash

'Cause I ain’t too good at doin' math

What you know about me and my mans

Hope to finish safe this new jam

Could say Hollywood with no fans

Still ain’t Hollywood so let’s jam

This my Jam

Ridin' solo, I be on my own, yo

Feel bad for my ex

She see me grindin' like I’m sposed to

Really can’t get blamed by shit

But livin' out these hotels

I could never change my friends

How could I ever slow down

Baby

Gotta get my shit in order

Gotta get a flight 'cause she’s hittin' my line

And she’s headin' to Lollapalooza

And she just my type, took the chick I like

And the pick she throw the deuce up

Young Fell still get the booze up

I swear I’ll go Dr. Dolittle

Haircut like a young Medusa, I swear

Rocky rolla', Up like pop

Gotta keep the toes up, sippin that shot

Throw out the top

Shoutout to dun duh duh, you don’t wanna

Play with the stoney boy you’ll get trouble

Man the bays above my blood vessels

Move to LA got cold as gun metal

Lately I’ve been in and out of dinner with the pressure

Found it kind of funny 'cause she couldn’t get no better

Stuff a couple hundred in the pockets of my denim

Makin' shit up (pop, pop) be on schedule

Really want my pieces, peace, and John Lennon

Movin' through the streets in premium raw denim

Said I wouldn’t do it but I had to do it better

Under the influence it’s somethin' in the ghetto

Girl it’s Saint Louis and nobody does it better

Want to be exclusive but I told her I got hella

From the truth

Searchin' for that shit

Worry 'bout the future, yeah

Livin' to passive, like forget right now

Gotta think of where I’m goin when I finish

All up in your brand new linens

I could’ve been a cop killa high up with the sinners

I should’ve been a dentist

I’m goin' back to Texas

Gotta gettin' my shit in order

Gotta get my shit in order

Gotta get a flight 'cause she’s hittin' my line

And she’s headin' to Lollapalooza

And she just my type, took the chick I like

Yeah, yeah and I fuckin love her

So I’ll see you tomorrow

Yeah swear Ima see you tomorrow

I swear