| Aye Scream, time to turn up my nigga
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| I’m on my hood rich shit right now
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| I’m on my Brick Squad shit right now man
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| I’m on my trap God shit man, trap God man
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| It time to turn up, it time to go crazy out here man
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| You know what I’m talkin' bout?
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| It’s low down Gucci, steal ya bomb Gucci
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| Remember when I used to drive an old ass hooptie (fuck it)
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| Gas packed shawty, dirty cup shawty
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| And why they call it Mountain Park
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| It ain’t no God damn mountain
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| I was raised in sun valley wasn’t a damn thing sunny
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| And I can’t lie I try to serve every God damn junkie
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| Smoking gas and drinking mud but you can keep your Budweiser
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| She’s a blunt begging bitch so I don’t wanna stand by her
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| If you pour your ounces up then I don’t wanna drink with ya
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| If you ain’t gettin' money I don’t wanna link with ya
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| I bring the pot to the water I could kitchen sink with ya
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| I had to kick you out the squad, you was the weakest link nigga
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| Gas, gas, you know I got the gas
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| 93 octane, 4 thousand for a bag
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| Gas, gas, sell it really fast
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| The pack just came in, you know this shit the gas
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| Mud, mud, gotta keep it mud
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| 800 a pint nigga, I can’t show you love
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| Mud, mud, you know I’m drinking mud
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| I might pour up the whole pint, cause I don’t give a fuck
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| All this mud drinkin' Bud stinkin', walkin' 'round the club nigga
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| I’m a drug dealer, real killer, mean mugging fuck niggas
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| I hope you looking for me nigga I’m the one that shot your truck nigga
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| And if you really wanna go to war then I don’t give a fuck nigga
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| Got em Bentley with the paper tag, book bag full of gas
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| Pockets can’t hold on all the cash, I can loan your ass some swag
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| And I pull that pistol fast PRPs hang off my ass
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| You save your money, buy the Jag' but bitch I could go buy a jet
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| Remember 1996, the year that I robbed my connect
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| I wasn’t even 20 yet, I-20 with 20 bricks
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| I done did all kind of shit, ya’ll niggas just full of shit
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| I just drunk two pints today tryna drink the pain away
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| Gas, gas, you know I got the gas
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| 93 octane, 4 thousand for a bag
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| Gas, gas, sell it really fast
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| The pack just came in, you know this shit the gas
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| Mud, mud, gotta keep it mud
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| 800 a pint nigga, I can’t show you love
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| Mud, mud, you know I’m drinking mud
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| I might pour the whole pint, cause I don’t give a fuck
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| Love drankin' dirty, woke up really late
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| I used to drank up early, I like the way it taste
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| Drinkin' on this Actavis, I love to drank the grace
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| They catch you with these pints my nigga you might catch a case
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| Flossin' tossin' up, proceed with caution
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| I’m the boss and I ain’t takin no losses
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| Smoking gas, and I’m sippin' on poison
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| Pull the arm and I’m a hit my target
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| Caught a body but I beat my charges
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| Two Ferraris I got twin horses
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| New charger and I sat it on forges
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| G5 touchdown on Moreland
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| Poppin' pills like I hear voices
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| Me and Scooter just brought twin Porsches
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| Louboutins, but I wear em like forces
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| Burberry, my boxer shorts is
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| Louie V this where my shorts is
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| Sun valley that’s where my heart is
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| 26s so I’m sittin' real high, ride in the sky same place my lord is
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| Gas, gas, you know I got the gas
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| 93 octane, 4 thousand for a bag
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| Gas, gas, sell it really fast
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| The pack just came in, you know this shit the gas
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| Mud, mud, gotta keep it mud
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| 800 a pint nigga, I can’t show you love
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| Mud, mud, you know I’m drinking mud
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| I might pour the whole pint, cause I don’t give a fuck |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Gas and Mud , by - Gucci Mane. Song from the album Trap God Revalations, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп