Dinero Ent. - Gassin (feat. J3hunnidd, Capo Dinero & Gnarly Dinero) Lyrics

Always ask what u bout
I'll kick yo door and then I air it out
Ik you hear it my drako make a sound
Lil boy so pussy
Straight looking like a clown
Ay clowns
Pull the guns out for the faggots who want clout
Kid u been a hoe idk what u bout
All real exoticz you puff Bobby brown
Running this shit
We smoking loud gas
We not smoking mid
I don't know why
They steady talking shit
Cuh when I'm around
They all riding my dick
Ion stop shooting till I empty the clip
You is 2 soft start poping your shit
Kant fukk wit u you a lame ass lil jit
I'm J 300 I smoke by the zip
Gott a new bag and u know ima flip
Flip
Flipin these meds
Walk in the function they all turn Dey heads
They act like sum weirdos n watch like sum feds
Put you on that shit but won't you ask for creds
No matter the bag it get flipped anyways
You get a bag and go spend it instead
I stopped giving f*cks then I touched my first check
Taking they profits n flipped it instead
I'm feeling 2needy need chicken n bread
Don't think with your dick boy start using ur head
Stressing bout pussy go stress bout a check
They reppin rags but ain't een on a set
When I pop my shit ion want yall upset
I'll rather make sure that my family safe
G-lock 19 keep on me in incase
I Ain't scared of no case

Catch me in CHACON wit this mf lead
Prolly aim at yo dome prolly aim at yo leg
It was me and lil bro jumpin over a fence
And we ran from the po cuzz we got them warrants
I just want yo lil bitch for the neck not the sex
And you couldn't be me if you tried yo best
I'm the chosen one Nigga I'm not the rest
Mane you not from the streets it ain't make no sense
Bitch I see my future thru a Gucci lens
High asf up in a Mercedes Benz
Keep the snakes ion want no friends
You want beef nigga f*ck it it ain't amends
Load the choppa up and let it bust
Mane you reach for my chain you get turned into dust
Mane I knew that lil nigga was talkin to fuzz
And you ain't sellin shit but that dirty ass bud
I know that you stressin you need a new plug
Plug
Bitch I'm the whole f*ckin socket
We got a whole lotta pounds of exotic
Trip to the moon without using no rocket
Speaking bout rockets you run up I pop it
Ain't see the blick in my pocket now run me yo wallet
And run me that chain
Mane you speak on my name thirty shots to the Brain
Lil bitch imma pimp imma walk wit a Cane
Can't f*ck wit these bitches these bitches to lame
You's a pussy ass boa give a F*ck what you claim
You better off stayin in yo own lane
My niggas pop out wit them poles they insane
And I bet after that they won't speak on my name

Woah
And they be staying the same I'm like bitch you gotta change up all the motherf*ckin topic topic
And posting the pic yeah I know that yo hoe was the first to go n heart it
Yeah yeah
And remember I was younger and 12 would go up and raid the apartment
And I don't give a f*ck bouta hoe you can have that bitch
I swear that we departed
You a mfkn lame you keep spitting all these strays and you think that I ain caught it
Yeah yeah bitch
And I'm still the same youngin and I'm taking yo shit if I'm seeing that you drop it
And this be the fkn flow that mothef*ckas wanna take but I swear that they can't unlock it
And i was with bro we in the tahoe n we spinnin in that bitch we got squatted
N they tellin me like gnarly bro you gotta chill off all them mfkn narcotics
And I'm speeding in a coupe and this niggaa tryna race man he really in a Taurus
Yeah Hold up
N I really go mute when I'm offa these drugs Yeah I'm Geekin the hardest
They be talk about the gang n they hit em In the head n they turned that boy retarded