Gas Like Mine

[Intro]
Gas like mine
Baby, I smoke OG these niggas smoking weed
I smoke Kush and Backwoods all week, I'm smoking brocco-
I smoke Kush and Backwoods all week, I'm smoking broccoli
I done-

Oh my god, damn!

Aye man, this your boy DBands, man. You know? Niggas gon' hate regardless, man. Niggas gon' hate on every damn thing you do. Niggas gon' hate, man. Niggas just gon' hate, man. But I ain't never found no weed like mines, bro, so you know I had to do this shit, bro, you feel what I'm saying? This my mother fucking birthday and shit. Let you niggas enjoy this EP. Yuh. Gang shit, nigga

[Chorus]
Pull off in the fucking foreign, niggas be hating
Addicted to smoking reefa', these niggas be hating
I done looked out, and search, and it's hard to find some gas like mine
Gas like mine
Baby, I smoke OG these niggas smoking weed
I smoke Kush and Backwoods all week, I'm smoking broccoli
I done looked out, and search, and it's hard to find some gas like mine
Gas like mine

[Verse]
My ice bling, bling
My fucking chain swing
I need a shorty that's gonna hang, hang, hang
You can't hang with the gang if you ain't smoking dank
I fuck bitches, I get guap nigga, what the fuck you think?
Your bitch like me, she be blowing up my phone
I be like "Goddamn, can you please leave me alone?"
Shoutout to my nigga Jugg
She be blowing me kisses
I cannot fall in love, I'm tryna get to these riches
Fucking hoes, counting rolls, smoking dope
That's my lifestyle that I'm living
I be sipping, codeine sipping
Smashing bitches, counting digits, trapping out the kitchen
And your bitch, she be sticking' sticking like some glue
Pour the goop in my cup, sipping like soup
Niggas know what's up
I done looked out, and search, and it's hard to find some gas like mine
Gas like mine

[Chorus]
Pull off in the fucking foreign, niggas be hating
Addicted to smoking reefa', these niggas be hating
I done looked out, and search, and it's hard to find some gas like mine
Gas like mine
Baby, I smoke OG these niggas smoking weed
I smoke Kush and Backwoods all week, I'm smoking broccoli
I done looked out, and search, and it's hard to find some gas like mine
Gas like mine

[Verse 2]
Baby what's the word I'm tryna' be with you
I see you looking at me, and I'm looking at you
These hoes ain't got nothing on you, I spend it all on you
Fuck these other hoes, baby, I just want you
We can ride off in a beamer coupe
I'ma spend it all, this guap on you
Baby I'm tryna' make you my boo
Fuck Lil Bodita she ain't got nothing on you, yuh, yuh
What the fuck is really wrong with these bitches?
I be in my prime though, counting all these digits
I be counting commas, I don't do no drama
If a nigga talking he gon' have to meet my llama