Yeah Baby

[Intro]
Yeah Baby these niggas they crazy
GasGang KTM shit
J-rab what the fuck it do big bruh

[Verse 1]
Yeah young G nigga I'm street smart
Pussy ass niggas got no heart
Smoke a pound of gas right fo' court
Treat the Cadillac like a go-kart
Still baggin' shit like Walmart
Imma knock the bitch 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 shit like ebay
Niggas talking gunplay riding with an AK
I grind everyday niggas 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
Niggas out here hustling backwards
All of the bitches they love us
None of the niggas gone stop us
All of us shottas
Hustling and taking these dollars
Chasing this gwalla ridding with a choppa
Busta nigga robbed my potna
All my niggas dying bout them problems
Pussy nigga quick to talk shit
I pull up on 'em with a chopstick
Nigga shooting at 'em bet not miss
Nigga pulling up something getting hit
And thats off top fuck what they said
Im gone kill a nigga if its bout the bread
Talking GasGang we got big racks
Niggas fuck with us get they shit snatched

[Hook]

[Verse 3]
Sipping on drank got me drowsy
Treat all my bitches so lousy
Im bonding straight out the county
King of East Harris County
All the real niggas crown me
I keep some shooters around me
Niggas out here tryna down me
My plug happy that he found me
Flood the hood tryna drown it
Trapping and counting
Higher than a fucking mountain
Diamonds shining like water
Fuck your momma and your daughter
Name another nigga harder
My brother be serving that slaughter
Burn off in a charger
Run the trap like the Carter
Bitch come place your order
Workers coming from the border
Smoking gas with my barber
I'm a trapper and robber
I'll fuck 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 bitch bad but her pussy wack
Yeah that bitch trash you can have that
You get laughed at I done had that
I remember times when I ain't have shit
Now I spend racks on my outfits
And my mouth lit talking boss shit
On that Ross shit trap house lit
Yeah I took a loss but I ain't loss shit
Got ya mine bitch with me eating dick
I was seventeen worth two bricks
These rappers lying they ain't sold shit
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]