Gasway Livin lyrics

[Intro: Lil Jairmy]
Chill, chill, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
All of my Backwoods full of gas, all my shows full of killers (I already know what it is, it ain't gotta recount it)
Chill, yeah, yeah, yeah (Chill, chill)
Chill, yeah, yeah, yeah (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
n*ggas know I f*ck with Wiz the Wizza, bust a whole bag down the middle (Chill, chill)

[Verse 1: Lil Jairmy]
Everyday gas way livin', I done ran it up to the ceiling
I done let her f*ck me with no condom, she done got stuck in her feelings
I don't give a f*ck, I'll bust the richest n*gga, go to war with a million
Used to pull up to the trap, junkies passing out like a start in the building
I been drinking raw, I just threw a house party, lot of stars in attendance
And we had them broads in attendance, and we had them rods in attendance
Posted with my dawgs, yeah, we all strapped, ain't nobody guards in attendance
I'm the gas god, n*ggas playin' hard, they gon' be the first ones get it
Told her, "Don't talk 'til I'm finished"
Told her, "Don't move 'til I'm finished"
I just popped two, drunk another deuce, think I done reached my limit
n*ggas wanna start with me, talkin' beef, they gon' be the first ones finished
'Fore these n*ggas even thought 'bout coppin' Lamb' trucks, we was the first ones with it
f*ck what you think, better not blink, better not let the jack boys get in
Soon as you reach, we gon' teach n*ggas we standing on business
I ain't checking in, now I sit it out, I hit 'cause I bust guns, period
We ain't with the jokin', when we tryna smoke a n*gga, we be dead-ass serious
Triple cut, the windows tinted, that don't mean that ain't rented, we on to y'all n*ggas
Trappin' ten years, still ain't made a mill', n*gga, somethin' wrong with y'all n*ggas
Trap on go, y'all sh*t slow, I can give a phone to y'all n*ggas
Rap n*ggas hoes, rap with my bros, I ain't doin' songs with y'all n*ggas
And you can have the ho, I don't even want her, I be givin' ho to y'all n*ggas
Takin' care of the hood, I done did more and I ain't even old as y'all n*ggas
Crashin' my whip, rollin' out the 'bow and all of my shows full of killers
Long as I got mine, tell 'em good, I'ma put that pole on a n*gga
All strapped (All strapped)
[Verse 2: Fat Wizza]
I already trapped out your b*tch spot, I just need the stove in the kitchen (Stove in the kitchen)
This sh*t be so raw (Raw), when I'm whippin' this sh*t, burn your nose when you sniff it (Bah, bah, bah, boom)
My n*gga got a fence spot and a tent spot, I put them 'bows in the city ('Bows in the city)
Like I hit the jackpot in the crack spot (Oh, yeah), get in that bowl when you whip it (Yeah, on God)
I'm rockin' some fat-ass nuggets (Bling, bling, boom)
Told 'em to sh*t for the heaven if it's in my circle with this fashion
Might chop me a brick on the mattress
I'll f*ck around, put the kit on the Scat (Kit on the Scat)
If I go and get it, I'm taxin' (I'm taxin')
Real in the street, this sh*t different from rappin' (Different from rappin')
Just counted four hundred, didn't get it from rappin' (Ain't get it from rappin')
I take that b*tch, got her wrappin' these packages (Got her wrapping these packages)
I fell in love with this Wock' (Oh), I love sippin' this sh*t, I was wishin' it's Activist (I was wishing it's Activist)
If I front you some 'bows ('Bows), then you working for me (Oh, yeah), n*gga, you part of my faculty (Part of my camp)
Extravagant (Extravagant), they know we pop it immaculate
I gotta give it to charity (Yeah)
sh*t on him, he looking embarrassing (Uh, yeah, uh, yeah)
ShotOff

[Outro]
(Dee, you poppin' your sh*t, n*gga)