you got the gas on the tank
Nigga you don't fake, you don't smoke
you got the gas on the tank
cause I got the fat blunt
Sarenbanger, baby, goin' 101
Strikin' 580, headin' to the 40 fat
J cars and another fat stack of posters
I need to roast another's clip
But I can't smoke a spit because
Now I'm just rollin' in the bucket
Writin' on a page from my
homie cause he got the gun
Did I say gun? I meant to say pond
Went to the spot, jumped in the drop,
stinky green tank in my pond
Treat for me is what you need to know
Cause I don't give a damn
So don't you front when we
And if you got the dank you was cool
But if you didn't get the dank
you best to go back to school
you got the gas on the tank
Nigga, you don't fake, you don't smoke
you got the gas on the tank
Nigga, you don't fake, you don't smoke
I got the gas on the tank, so fuck it
Rollin' me up some chronic with my niggas,
Twistin' me up a fat one even
though we just smoked one
Then we takin' it to the liquor store to
J, I got the dank, we got the bank,
It ain't no tellin' where niggas
be dwellin' and runnin' to bust a cap
Keep your composure on the doja,
my vision's double exposure
From huffin' and puffin' and passin'
the stuff and I got the shit, I told ya
We could twist a 20 -sack,
Cut the blunt in the middle and place the
And if the 40 don't get ya,
the other blunt'll hit ya
So pass the motherfuckin'
cause you know the 4 is with ya
that endo got me coughin'
Miller draftin', homies snortin',
Highway 101, here we come,
I'm always driving 415 and
you know we got this shit
Bumping it in the trunk and every time
I smell that skunk I pull a stunt
And grab a gun, I ain't no punk,
blaze another one, another one
And if you got the dank, use a
nigga how you gon' kick it with me?
you got the gas on the tank
Nigga you don't fag, you don't smoke
Now when you pumping on dank,
and you drinking on drank
And you're headed to the party,
and you're low on your cane
Got your zags and your bagger
And the nigga in the back is a freeloader
Now wait a minute, you hopped in my shit
And you popped at them chicks
And you pumped up so quick
Now you can cough up them grips
Check your mail on the first
It ain't no need here to curse
Just gonna give him a money man before
worse things comes to worse
Cause everybody else is gone
It's a long, long way from home
So you better give up that cash
Or drop your ass over by that phone
Cause niggas always play the broke bro
My man out on the streets,
So when your duck is in your pocket,
Cause the drinker had your ass
out of space like a rocket
So don't you front when we
I'mma ask you one time nigga,
you got the gas on the tank
Nigga you don't fade, you don't smoke
you got the gas on the tank
Nigga, you don't fade, you don't smoke