Yeah Baby lyrics

[Intro]
Yeah Baby these n*ggas they crazy
GasGang KTM sh*t
J-rab what the f*ck it do big bruh

[Verse 1]
Yeah young G n*gga I'm street smart
pus*y ass n*ggas got no heart
Smoke a pound of gas right fo' court
Treat the Cadillac like a go-kart
Still baggin' sh*t like Walmart
Imma knock the b*tch out the ballpark
Stiff on a hoe like Too $hort
My brother hit a lick up in New York
Ridin' with them sticks all in SouthPark
Whateva' to get to the money
I'm kidnapin' money like I was Lil Tre
Robbin' these rappers cause all of 'em gay
My esse say the bricks on the way
On the freeway selling sh*t like ebay
n*ggas talking gunplay riding with an AK
I grind everyday n*ggas dying everyday
But I shine everyday and I keep an AK

[Refrain] x4
And I keep an AK
[Verse 2]
Keep an AK for the jackers
n*ggas out here hustling backwards
All of the b*tches they love us
None of the n*ggas gone stop us
All of us shottas
Hustling and taking these dollars
Chasing this gwalla ridding with a choppa
Busta n*gga robbed my potna
All my n*ggas dying bout them problems
pus*y n*gga quick to talk sh*t
I pull up on 'em with a chopstick
n*gga shooting at 'em bet not miss
n*gga pulling up something getting hit
And thats off top f*ck what they said
Im gone kill a n*gga if its bout the bread
Talking GasGang we got big racks
n*ggas f*ck with us get they sh*t snatched

[Hook]

[Verse 3]
Sipping on drank got me drowsy
Treat all my b*tches so lousy
Im bonding straight out the county
King of East Harris County
All the real n*ggas crown me
I keep some shooters around me
n*ggas out here tryna down me
My plug happy that he found me
Flood the hood tryna drown it
Trapping and counting
Higher than a f*cking mountain
Diamonds shining like water
f*ck your momma and your daughter
Name another n*gga harder
My brother be serving that slaughter
Burn off in a charger
Run the trap like the Carter
b*tch come place your order
Workers coming from the border
Smoking gas with my barber
I'm a trapper and robber
I'll f*ck around and rob ya
Plugs sending packs got racks on racks
Kill her from the back and never call her back
And I got shot up by the Cadillac
Yeah that b*tch bad but her pus*y wack
Yeah that b*tch trash you can have that
You get laughed at I done had that
I remember times when I ain't have sh*t
Now I spend racks on my outfits
And my mouth lit talking boss sh*t
On that Ross sh*t trap house lit
Yeah I took a loss but I ain't loss sh*t
Got ya mine b*tch with me eating di*k
I was seventeen worth two bricks
These rappers lying they ain't sold sh*t
Almost died I didn't quit
I stayed down I didn't switch
Got jammed up I didn't snitch
Me and Jrab make straight hits
Me and Jrab make straight hits
Told Jrab we finna get rich
On Gas
[Hook]