No Gas lyrics

Ay, ay
Go and pour a n*gga pints with the gang [?]
He just called me up and I grab that .223
So I pop up on the block, and I'm sprayin, make it clean
Boy, I'm servin all these junkies, yeah I swear they be some fiends
You not sellin grass, boy you smokin on some trash
Chesapeake gas gonna leave you in some ash
Boy you sellin K2 and you still ain't gettin cash
This choppa gon spill em, take his cheese like a rat
And this Smith and Wesson, yeah she callin, she want blow
She just called my phone, and she told me, "Let it go"
I spray yo block like Febreeze, but it ain't cologne
Leave yo mama cryin, now she wanna change her home
Choppa leave you crippin, yeah you trippin, its a headshot
He thought it was a pimple, stupid boy, its my red dot
You a opp boy, and thats something that I cannot
Run up on my gang, we gon leave you at the big lot
Choppa leave you spinnin like a trickshot
51/50 thats the gang, yeah that's this block
Cookin' all you opps, like some ramen boy I'm too hot
All eyes on me, boy I'm feelin like I'm Tupac
Pourin up the pints with the gang, [?]
He just called me up, so I'm finna grab that .223
And I pop up on the block, and I'm sprayin, make it clean
Servin all these junkies, yeah I swear they be some fiends
You not sellin grass, boy you smokin on some trash
Chesapeake gas gonna leave you in that ash
Boy you sellin K2 and you still ain't gettin cash
And this choppa, it's gon spill em, take his cheese like a rat