GAS UP - The Chemists

Ain’t no sense talking to God 'cause I’mma sin again

Fast life, fast money, so much I can’t spend it

Movin' up some brackets but I still be in the ends

Vlone on my body but I don’t rock wit' no friends

I stay low

Tizzy off a pillie for my mental

Therapy blowin' rackies down on Melrose

Paranoid shottas covering my angles

Yeah yeah yeah

I’m off one, I’m off two, I’m a junky

Crack a seal, dirty sprite, now I’m comfy

Bust it down, make her move off a perky

Hunnid rounds, all night callin' mercy, yeah yeah yeah

Fucked up but I ain’t down

Know they’re watching so I stay down

Time is money make it slow down

But when th sun go down we

Gas up, gas up

Gas up, gas up

Re-up, turn up

Gas up, gas up

When th sun go down we

Gas up, gas up

Gas up, gas up

Re-up, turn up

Gas up, gas up

When the sun go down we gas up

Tesla, Bentley

I ball like cheque please

Private entry, mmm

I’mma go all the way

I can take all the hate

Lames get out my lane

Press the gas no breaks

I can’t get gassed from fakes

'Cause that love fades

I can’t cap, no chump change

I wanna upgrade

She wanna call me babe

I might call her back

But I’mma call her late

Bitch, I’m gassed up

Shawty on me white like my ash, bruh

And I’m speedin' fast, you can’t catch up

I’m just faster

'Rarri to a Lancer

Shawty in the back, she a dancer, mm

On some boss shit I own my masters

And I’m off the Ac' and that gas, bruh

Yeah, cause time is money, make it slow down

But when the sun go down we

Gas up, gas up

Gas up, gas up

Re-up, turn up

Gas up, gas up

When the sun go down we

Gas up, gas up

Gas up, gas up

Re-up, turn up

Gas up, gas up

When the sun go down we gas up