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

[Verse 1]
Yeah young G n***a I'm street smart
Pussy ass n***as 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
N***as talking gunplay riding with an AK
I grind everyday n***as 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
N***as out here hustling backwards
All of the bitches they love us
None of the n***as gone stop us
All of us shottas
Hustling and taking these dollars
Chasing this gwalla ridding with a choppa
Busta n***a robbed my potna
All my n***as dying bout them problems
Pussy n***a quick to talk shit
I pull up on 'em with a chopstick
N***a shooting at 'em bet not miss
N***a pulling up something getting hit
And thats off top fuck what they said
Im gone kill a n***a if its bout the bread
Talking GasGang we got big racks
N***as 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 n***as crown me
I keep some shooters around me
N***as 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 n***a 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]