Champagne Aramis - Gas

{Intro}
Woah
(Shoutout to KP for that beat)
Woah, I’ma say woah

Still chasing a bag , smoking good gas, all that
High ass nigga

Champagne, let me see though
Ayy

{Verse 1}
Ayy, all petro
They don’t meet yo’ standards you need to let go
Acting like a bitch, gon gave me shopping
At the petco
Leave you in the past, like my old number from metro
Ride my wave and my dick because I’m next ho
Gotta make chip like them niggas who work at
Fritos
Gave my number to lil’ baby she yelled
Bingo
Told her don’t pass it to no lazy bitches
Or cheap ho’s (nah)
Good ball movement
I’m pulling up from the free throw
West coast, liquor store white T, & khaki chinos
Looking for packs, out by the beach
Holla’ at Snee bro
That nigga so fly
He need to come out wit’ some street clothes
Everybody Eatin’
Except that gold digging freak ho
Favorite combo, is still cash, cash, cash
Next to that is champagne, gas, and convos that last
You might not last
If you out here getting on my last
Social distance, give me space before we crash
I’ma really leave they ass in the past when I hit the gas
Probably get chipped, if they pinching off of my stash
Don’t even sweat, and i’m still gon play make it last
FB hit me on faceTime I forgot to hit him back
(Damn)

{Bridge}
Probably somewhere tucked high off the gas (Yeah I’m chillin’)
Roll that shit up, don’t be hiding that gas (Why you doing that?)
Probably took a nap, high off the gas (Sleepy Gas)
Woke up and ate the rest of my Benihibachi

{Chorus}
On go off the gas
This good wood don’t got to get passed
Don’t even sweat
And I’m still gon play make it last
Already picture perfect, don’t think that I need a flash
Feeling like flash when I’m on my way to the cash

{Chorus}
On go off the gas
This good wood don’t got to get passed (Yeah)
Don’t even sweat
And I’m still gon play make it last
Already picture perfect, don’t think that I need a flash (Ayy)
Feeling like flash when I’m on my way to the cash
( Okay, Okay)

{Verse 2}
We playing chess not checkers
Smoove rolling up double deckers
He don’t wanna pass it
I’ma bet ya’
Dolo woods filled wit’ eighths, because we extra
Rapping like yo’ life is a movie
You just a extra
Tell baby girl that i’ma text her back, when I text her
Ain’t in the mood for no bad news, or no lectures
Don’t need a dab so you can miss me with the extras
Ridin’ on a cloud, feel like Goku off the pressure
Champagne Cruz, I do my own stunts (Do my own Stunts)
We good off them skimp ass woods
I roll my own blunts (Roll my own blunts)
Gas and champagne to the face until I go numb
Grew up listening to E-40
Only right I go dumb

{Bridge}
She going crazy talking ‘bout that’s some gas
(Ayy)
Water my plants until we serving ‘em gas
(Ayy)
Bags full of money
Or it’s bags full of gas
Doing the dash off the gas, ain’t gon run out of cash

{Chorus}
On go off the gas
This good wood don’t got to get passed (Nah)
Don’t even sweat
And I’m still gon play make it last
Already picture perfect, don’t think that I need a flash (Ayy)
Feeling like flash when I’m on my way to the cash
(Get that money, get that money)

{Chorus}
On go off the gas
This good wood don’t got to get passed (Nah)
Don’t even sweat
And I’m still gon play make it last
Already picture perfect, don’t think that I need a flash (Flash)
Feeling like flash when I’m on my way to the cash