puffing on gas riding in my whip💨💨💨

puffing on gas riding in my whip smoking on gas riding in my whip, wit a big fat blunt hanging from my lip, got that thing wit me right here on my hip, cause niggas nowadays be a fucking trip, so you kno i gotta keep a tight grip, down with kushgang never jumping ship, just got a zip bout to make it flip, higher than a plane never at the landing strip, In the booth like a fart I just let it rip, like Pringles I been stacking chips, gotta get money no matter what it takes, smoking gas in my whip never hitting brakes, two twin blunts I call em mary kate, I be grinding you would think I had a pair of skates, out here trying to make something shake, need it now hell nah kush can't wait, going vorhees camp crystal lake, on any track bring the pain like a ache, like a baker everyday im getting baked, you and me not the same so I can't relate, been gone for a minute sorry 4 the wait, I got to much love I don't ever hate, I been going thru alot but imma get it straight, straight outta east Charlotte in a income base, puffing on gas riding in my whip.