Lyrics Derek Fisher - Gas Tank

Game A bitch Up
Dumb ass lighter
Motherfucker won't stay lit
Gas In The Motherfucking Building

When I drop this bomb the president gone try to murder me
All my bitches thick natural don't need the surgery
Overnight the package man that's a common curtesy
4 zips 112 grams that's a quarter P
Trap House Live Got it Jumping like a rolling rink
If you know where I live then you must be close to me
Game a bitch up Derek Fisher must be coaching me
Just because you see me that don't mean that you Know this me

In The Kitchen working on some cutlery
In the booth laying down some poetry
I got some niggas who went and got they law degree
I got some niggas who committed robberies
Milk Man The P's That's a fresh delivery
Tried to make some wax I learned that shit from chemistry
Hemp wraps Roll them bitches up they look like centipedes
Ian got no kids but one day I'm gone have some mini me's
I'm just bout a dollar like a motherfucking snack machine
Poke that lil hoe I bust my nut then I lose energy
Ian from New York but get up out your feelings B
Waiting on my passport to take a trip to Italy

When I drop this bomb the president gone try to murder me
All my bitches thick natural don't need the surgery
Overnight the package man that's a common curtesy
4 zips 112 grams that's a quarter P
Trap House Live Got it Jumping like a rolling rink
If you know where I live then you must be close to me
Game a bitch up Derek Fisher must be coaching me
Just because you see me that don't mean that you Know this me

When I cut my dreads off I'll get the Boosie Fade
Once I hit the gym shid I'll look like Gucci Mane
Speak my own language Call Me Gas Tank Pootie Tang
I like tall pretty hoes with big ass booties mane
Sometimes Backwoods make me feel woosie
It's Tank and WhiteBoyCellz watch some young niggas do it
I remember IG Bitches trying to treat me like a groupie
Hit a Mike Jones Now them bitches really useless
Radio don't like me they don't even play my music
I just want my bankroll like a cold ass nigga hooping
Bows of Cereal I got the fruity and the cookie
When I drink some water its either smart or the Fiji

When I drop this bomb the president gone try to murder me
All my bitches thick natural don't need the surgery
Overnight the package man that's a common curtesy
4 zips 112 grams that's a quarter P
Trap House Live Got it Jumping like a rolling rink
If you know where I live then you must be close to me
Game a bitch up Derek Fisher must be coaching me
Just because you see me that don't mean that you Know this me