Flamin this gas up
Pullin my pants up
Knew you a fan, though
Runnin them bands up
Clip hold 30, got a lil nigga whole chop
Spend this cash faster than a friend turn foes
As for the flame and the dope, watch the fire rise
You wanna get some money, nigga likewise
I gotta wash my hands
Dont end up on me, it aint bout bands
Kept up, smoking lettuce
Gotta grind the dopey, every time I step out
Yessir, we gon camp out
Make them blocks wavy, like we goin fishin
Yo hoe up in my Rarri catchin this vibe
Me and my niggas never switch sides
Big .45 I dont care, if you 65
You aint gotta know its on me to get striped
She feelin lucky, she sending the charm
A summer day, oh no, its snowin
Im in that turbo, oh no, its foreign
She came to the pad, oh no, shes drawn
Flamin this gas up
Pullin my pants up
Knew you a fan, though
Runnin them bands up
Clip hold 30, got a lil nigga whole chop
Spend this cash faster than a friend turn foes
As for the flame and the dope, watch the fire rise
You wanna get some money, nigga likewise
I gotta wash my hands
Dont end up on me, it aint bout bands
Uh, yeah, I dont use CashApp, uh, got my cash up, uh
My grandpas a nice guy, Im his grandson
Uh, fed up, yeah, no I aint fed up
Im just gettin that gravy, ok, come and catch up
I blow tooka like its hookah, but Im not from Lebanon
I just pulled up in that old school drop top, 1991
And I gave you my whole heart, but Im not the only one
Praise that fire to forget, watch it rise like the sun
Now Im Charmander, lit up like jack olantern
Oh, I have no fear, my hearts a chandelier
You just tried to commandeer, but I still persevere
Keep that iron, I keep that steel
That aint beef, that shits veal
All this dirty money in my hands, I need to rinse them
All this purple on me right now, Im like a Prince fan
That girl gave me brains like a bird, she go hard like the Tinman
Im in, uh, outer space like Im on The Jetsons
These boys aint my sons, aint even my sons; Theyre my step-sons
Dont do nothin foolish, take that L, learn that lesson
Yeah, I go arch-nemesis, turn to Megatron
Thats your baby momma? Turn her crib to a traffic stop
I do what I want and I get what I want
I need all the bread, I dont like bread, I like croissants
Hit the club and Im Rain Man, idiot savant
In the cut, Im in the spaceship smokin mids with your mom
Flamin this gas up
Flamin this gas up
Pullin my pants up
Knew you a fan, though
Runnin them bands up
Clip hold 30, got a lil nigga whole chop
Spend this cash faster than a friend turn foes
As for the flame and the dope, watch the fire rise
You wanna get some money, nigga likewise
I gotta wash my hands
Dont end up on me, it aint bout bands