text: T-t-to Bass be the glory
  Okay, am I smokin out? Ayy, ayy, huh
  Im so gassed up , Im so gassed up 
  Im so gassed up , so gassed up
  Im so gassed up , so gassed up
  Im so gassed up , gassed up
  One take, Timmy 
  I hit with no jammy 
  They dont feel me
  Whipped my dick out, she like, Give me 
  Burnt rubber, fat motherfucker
  Niggas hatin, boy, you lame
  Pillow talkin, undercover 
  If you could take my bitch, then I cant love her 
  Peanut butter, chocolate cover, I cant trust her 
  Google me, Im somethin, came from nothin 
  Im so gassed up , told my lil bih call when she comin 
  She so gassed up
  She give top with mask off 
  Foam on my dick like bath salt
  She at my show, thats your fault 
  Six charms at the back of the tour bus 
  We at the top of the food chain 
  Kickin shit you can call me Liu Kang
  VVS, white gold my new chain 
  Runnin up to the bag like Usain
  She dont wanna know bout the group name
  All about the bag for the damn fame
  You broke, thats a fact; thats a damn shame 
  Im so gassed up, I cant do nothin about it 
  If you passed up, dont hit my phone or talk about it, okay
  Im so gassed up , Im so gassed up 
  Im so gassed up , so gassed up
  Im so gassed up , so gassed up
  Im so gassed up , gassed up
  Yeah, Im so gassed up, gassed up, gassed up 
  Please dont hit me up if you aint tryna match, bruh 
  Ed Edd Eddy kush, smokin on the jawbreakers, yeah 
  Fuck the police, bitch, Im a lawbreaker, yeah
  Always smokin fire like Im always shootin nines 
  Money on my mind, so I cant waste time 
  Hit the door, foamin out my mouth, I ate some soul food
  Wu-Tang ho, fuck it, Ima blow me down an O
  I cant hit your shit, aint no grabba in your paper, uh-uh
  I need me a spliff bitch, I aint smokin no vapor, uh-uh
  If it aint bout bags, keep your two cents 
  Drop top the coupe, make the roof split 
  Ayy, Im your noisy neighbor, yuh
  My dawg got off papers, yuh
  I just got em faded, yuh
  Off different flavors, bitch
  Baby mamas blazin ya 
  Put your bitch in labor, yuh
  KiD TRUNKS, thats my Asian, yuh 
  Wait, dont fuck around with jit
  I just bust a pack and hit the Backwood
  I might blackout on a bitch 
  Jealousy could eat you up alive
  Just focus on the lane you in 
  Blunted up and count it up;
  I lose my mind but always seem to win 
  Im so fuckin gassed up
  Blow the kush and fade away again 
  Im so gassed up , Im so gassed up 
  Im so gassed up , so gassed up
  Im so gassed up , so gassed up
  Im so gassed up , gassed up 
  Gassed up, hey, Im so gassed up, hey
  Smokin blows onto my face, Im so damn stuck, ayy
  Gassed up, hey, Im so gassed up, hey
  Smokin blows onto my face, Im so damn stuck, ayy