[Intro]
Shit, damn

[Chorus]
Smokin' loud gas witcho n***a

[Verse 1]
Ayy, its been a long day
Smoked up witcho n***a anyway
He don't wanna smoke his shit to the face
But, it's still GC to da face
I can't smoke no more, I think it's laced
Brush yo' self ho
I rather be by my self ho
Damn, I don't really need help ho
He say I'm the baddest
I think that you more then average
He say I'm a [#]
All he wanna do is smoke loud shit (with O)
Double O, yeah I'm smokin' on the loud dro
I need my damn dough
I feel down when I'm low
I feel down 'cause I'm low
I'm bout to bro you n***a
I don't even want that n***a
I just want his figures
I just want his figures
I just want his figures
No, I just want his figures
Ayy, I just want his figures
Ayy, last week
This ain't a race, you can't pass me
And I told yo' n***a this ain't a date
He just wanna wake up, smoke anyway
But I pull up and smoke to the face
He said " I love you " don't know what to say back
Don't know what to say back
Ayy', I don't know what to say back
But I talk to yo' n***a anyway
You don't got money, get up out my face
I can't smoke this blunt, I think it's laced
[Chorus]
Smokin' loud gas witcho n***a
Smokin' loud gas witcho n***a
Smokin' loud gas witcho n***a

[Verse 2]
I'm just focus on the millions
Bitch, how ya' figured
I just told yo' n***a " I don't want his figures"
Yeah, I'm gettin' millions
Yeah, I'm with the millions
Yeah, I'm with the billions
Feelin' like a million bucks
Lookin' like a million bucks
If you got a problem run it up
I like bitches that get bucked
You a quack quack bitch you a duck
Huh, bitch I wish you good luck
Huh, I wish ya' good look
Told my ex n***a " Wish ya' good luck"
'Cause I don't got no fuckin' hate in my heart
Had to do this shit from the start
Huh, had to do this
Huh