lil jairmy – 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 k!llers (i already know what it is, it ain’t got re+called)
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)
[chorus: 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 and 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 n0body guards and attendance
i’m the gas god, n+ggas playin’ hard, they gon’ be the first ones get it
[verse 1: lil jairmy]
told her, “i’m top ’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, talking beef, they gon’ be the first ones finished
‘fore these n+ggas even thought ’bout copping 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 joking 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 doing songs with y’all n+ggas
and you can have the ho, i don’t even want her, i be giving ho to ya’ll n+ggas
taking care of the hood, i done did more and i ain’t even old as y’all n+ggas
crashing my whip, rollin’ out the ‘bow and all of my shows full of k!llers
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 would’ve trapped out ya 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, bring your nose when you’re sniffing (bah, bah, bah, boom)
my n+gga got a fence spot and a tent spot, i put them ‘bows in the city (i put them ‘bows in the city)
like i hit the jackpot in the crack spot (oh, yeah), got in they ‘bows when we whippin’ (yeah, on god)
i’m rocking some fat+ass nuggets (bling, bling, boom)
told ’em to shoot for the head if it’s in my circle with this fashion
ah, my trap need a brick on the mattress
i 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 streets, this sh+t different from rapping (different from rapping)
just count up four+hundred, ain’t get it from rapping (ain’t get it from rapping)
i take that b+tch, get her wrapping these packages (get her wrapping these packages)
uh, i fell in love with this wock’ (oh), i love sippin’ this sh+t, i was wishing it’s activist (i was wishing it’s activist)
if i bought 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 (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)
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