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Surfie - Good Gas Lyrics



Surfie - Good Gas Lyrics




I got that good gas hit my phone Know that I got
You know my bitch bad drip her in dolce gabána
I got the drip bad I got the whole Mall in my closet
Call me Jimi Hendrix with the Strings yeah I'm running with the cheese

I'm popping tags I'm popping tags They call me little faucet
F*cking your hoe then I slide to the Bank just to make a deposit
Look at my Racks look at these Racks I got it I got it
Nigga talking out of pocket You pull Up get popped with a rocket

I came a long way from the Bando No heater
Was down for the count then I hit buzzer beaters
This drip that I got it didn't come in For free
Started of homeless I learned in These streets
Man I grind it my way out the mud Just to eat
When I heard my mom died man My soul went to sleep
Had to carry my weight just to know Imma eat
Aye
I used to sleep with the nine
Curve on a clip man it look like a Slime
I can't be wasting no time
If it ain't bout no money I'm hitting Decline
I get these racks every day, Stay on my head like I keep a toupee
She suck me up like soufflé
She stay on her knees Like she play In the mud
I show your hoe to my gun, she Taken these shots like I'm shooting For fun
I used to look like a bum now I Throw away shoes if I'm stepping in Gum
I got that drip that be slippery, Given out smoke I ain't talking about Hickory
Niggas be fake and I know That they envy me
Niggas gonna Slip trying to drip like a mini me

I got that good gas hit my phone Know that I got
You know my bitch bad drip her in Dolce gabána
I got the drip bad I got the whole Mall in my closet
Call me Jimi Hendrix with the Strings yeah I'm running with the Cheese
I got that good gas hit my phone Know that I got
You know my bitch bad drip her in Dolce gabána
I got the drip bad I got the whole Mall in my closet
Call me Jimi Hendrix with the Strings yeah I'm running with the Cheese

I'm popping tags I'm popping tags They call me little faucet
F*cking your hoe then I slide to the Bank just to make a deposit
Look at my Racks look at these Racks I got it I got it
Nigga talking out of pocket You pull Up get popped with a rocket
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I got that good gas hit my phone Know that I got
You know my bitch bad drip her in dolce gabána
I got the drip bad I got the whole Mall in my closet
Call me Jimi Hendrix with the Strings yeah I'm running with the cheese

I'm popping tags I'm popping tags They call me little faucet
F*cking your hoe then I slide to the Bank just to make a deposit
Look at my Racks look at these Racks I got it I got it
Nigga talking out of pocket You pull Up get popped with a rocket

I came a long way from the Bando No heater
Was down for the count then I hit buzzer beaters
This drip that I got it didn't come in For free
Started of homeless I learned in These streets
Man I grind it my way out the mud Just to eat
When I heard my mom died man My soul went to sleep
Had to carry my weight just to know Imma eat
Aye
I used to sleep with the nine
Curve on a clip man it look like a Slime
I can't be wasting no time
If it ain't bout no money I'm hitting Decline
I get these racks every day, Stay on my head like I keep a toupee
She suck me up like soufflé
She stay on her knees Like she play In the mud
I show your hoe to my gun, she Taken these shots like I'm shooting For fun
I used to look like a bum now I Throw away shoes if I'm stepping in Gum
I got that drip that be slippery, Given out smoke I ain't talking about Hickory
Niggas be fake and I know That they envy me
Niggas gonna Slip trying to drip like a mini me

I got that good gas hit my phone Know that I got
You know my bitch bad drip her in Dolce gabána
I got the drip bad I got the whole Mall in my closet
Call me Jimi Hendrix with the Strings yeah I'm running with the Cheese
I got that good gas hit my phone Know that I got
You know my bitch bad drip her in Dolce gabána
I got the drip bad I got the whole Mall in my closet
Call me Jimi Hendrix with the Strings yeah I'm running with the Cheese

I'm popping tags I'm popping tags They call me little faucet
F*cking your hoe then I slide to the Bank just to make a deposit
Look at my Racks look at these Racks I got it I got it
Nigga talking out of pocket You pull Up get popped with a rocket
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Writer: Charon Alston, Michelle Doston
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Length: 2:49
Written by: Charon Alston, Michelle Doston

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