4L (All This Gas) Lyrics

I was trapping out a Bentley truck, I didn't ask for help

That bitch really was a vegan

Pockets green, She want my kelp

I threw sum bands in niggas hands

These hoes really fucked up my plans

Smoke this grabba for my mans, This gas gone numb that shit I felt

Off the x

Off a tab

That street shit you said was cap

Don't give a fuck about that opposition, I went on the map

I could 360 a nigga, I ain't talking faze adapt

Had this stupid bitch, I fucked ha, Put my thumb all in ha crack

And I'm just sorry that I failed you, But you wanna try again

Choppa ten

This a FN

Make sure that imma win

This ain't 2k but when I spray, Imma go and spin again

And we gone spray that bitch just like sum raid

Make sure that nigga dead

They put a bullet in his head

Sat and watched his ass bled

I just smoke and make my music, If you hate then you a sped

And if a nigga want sum smoke, Then he'll get hit up in the leg

End of the day, You know I'll be ok

Just lemme just say

Race car fast, On my momma imma demon

Smoke this gas by myself, Swear these hoes they be fiending

You can walk out with a tag, Or you can cry until you sick

Need me 4L dying bitch

One that know how to suck sum dick

That pop out onna nigga bitch

Cause she know how to handle shit

Cause that bitch be ready to go

We in and out, We'll make it quick

I'm tryna stick ha like a bug, But she annoying like a tic

Just say we good, I'll pull around

U turn in dis bitch

Smoking all this gas (All this gas)

Doin skirts

Smoking all this gas (All this gas)

Off a perc

Smoking all this gas (All this gas)

Don't it work

Smoking all this gas (All this gas)

Don't it hurts

Smoking all this gas (All this gas)

Don't it works

Smoking all this gas (All this gas)

It's for the worse

Smoking all this gas (All this gas)

I'm in a hurst

Smoking all this all this aaaaaaaaaa

Bitch I'm yung goatted smoking gas so I don't hurt (yea)

Bitch I'm yung goatted and I'm known to go berserk

I had a nigga tryna steal from me, I said it didn't work

They asking why I don't complain, I guess I'm "Mr. Make It Work" (ok)

Now I'm caught up in the motion, Growing up I seen a lot (yea, yea, yea)

I met some grown ahh niggas, lame as hell, they flipped like tater tots (ok, ok)

She say yung goatted treat her well, She say "Yung Goatted thanks a lot"

That nigga just beat around the bush, left 4 dead n then gon say we homies (ah what?)

She say that's goatted shit, Could say I work in sales (huh?)

The way I can promote this shit, I'm so ATL homie (k, ok)

I had to bring home gallons just so I can clean up well homie (ah yea)

Come on show me who's yo girl, I'll show you how she fell for me

Yea she loving how I kill the beat (yea)

I play my cards like magic man (Oh, what)

I got yo hoe she feeling me

She watch me while I do my dance (Goatted)

They loving how I make my moves

Let's say goatted too advanced (Goatted)

I don't wanna be left for dead

I'll be mr run these bands (ok, ok)

Race car fast, On my momma imma demon

Smoke this gas by myself, Swear these hoes they be fiending

You can walk out with a tag, Or you can cry until you sick

Need me four L dying bitch

One that know how to suck sum dick

That pop out onna nigga bitch

Cause she know how to handle shit

Cause that bitch be ready to go

We in and out, We'll make it quick

I'm tryna stick ha like a bug, But she annoying like a tic

Just say we good, I'll pull around

U turn in dis bitch

Smoking all this gas (All this gas)

Doin skirts

Smoking all this gas (All this gas)

Off a perc

Smoking all this gas (All this gas)

Don't it work

Smoking all this gas (All this gas)

Don't it hurts

Smoking all this gas (All this gas)

Don't it works

Smoking all this gas (All this gas)

It's for the worse

Smoking all this gas (All this gas)

I'm in a hurst

Smoking all this all this aaaaaaaaaa