Gas lyrics

[Verse 1: Tee Grizzley]
I got, 500 pounds of that gasoline
We can press 'em in some sh*t that look like fax machines
Drop a n*gga from a distance, like he Dr. King
The type of sleep that boy getting he ain't gon' have a dream
2 watches still ain't got no time on my schedule
Make the cane stretch just like that b*tch on The Incredibles
You rap n*ggas stay in your lane, thats what you better do
Draco shells turn a n*gga matress into a sectional
So many fiends outside the spot, the sh*t look like Chick-Fil-A
You know you pumping when your [?] house doing brick a day
We gon switch up houses after 60k
Never slippin' in the alley pistol with the K
f*ck if I'm rich, b*tch we going to the Hawthorne
In the spaceship, with my wrist going like a light saber, this star wars
And you know we doing this beef
We ain't have to have court when we shooting 4 deep

[Verse 2: TaliBando]
I do this for my brothers, kill or die
Hate to stand in line
Heard that n*gga snitching
He won't make it there to testify
In the Bentley Truck with my n*gga T [?]
I told him right before this rap sh*t, I was doing fine
I was spendin' 'round a thousand [?] for like 85
Heard n*ggas cappin in they songs, they be tellin lies
And if it wasn't for this rap sh*t, they wouldn't have a dime
I [?] my n*gga out the bakery cause he be sellin pies
Turn the traction off on the Cadi and cut the block up (Skrt!)
Ain't no limits to this sh*t, I feel like shooting [?]
I think the opps, and the feds teaming up, they tryna stop us
Go up top on the n*gga, spread his brains like it's some pasta
[?] bad piece, like twenty thousand
n*gga headed 'round me, hit the stash, called his b*tch to come and count it
I'm just gettin' to the money, what's the problem?
Rawr, rawr with that chopstick, I got a problem