Текст песни Go (Gas) - Juicy J , Domo Genesis , Wiz Khalifa , Tyler, The Creator
Fuckin'
put
on
around
head
a
pair
of
headphones
and
shit,
uh
Just
took
ten
shots
and
I
ain't
passed
out
Spent
a
hundred
grand
and
I
ain't
cash
out
If
you
smoking
OG,
bring
the
grass
out
These
niggas
filled
up,
bring
the
gas
out
Talkin'
bout
some
shit
that
you
know
you
stole
I
have
my
fuckin'
way
with
this
game,
no
remote
control
Drinking
on
some
gin
cause
I
like
alcohol
How
the
fuck
you
sposed
to
win,
you
don't
know
how
to
ball
Turnt
up
but
still
smoking
Tryna
drive
but
my
eyes
barely
open
See
the
cars,
see
the
watch,
see
I
done
moved
up
In
my
condo
smoking
out
watching
True
Blood
Tryna
take
Taco
to
the
strip
club
Tryna
take
Tyler
to
the
dealer
bruh
(I'm
right
here
guys!)
Tryna
take
Domo
to
the
weed
spot
True
pothead
so
I
need
pot
Go,
I'm
so
fuckin
loaded
Pockets
and
the
smoke
and
all
the
bitches
Tell
em
Go,
faded
and
I'm
floatin
I
hope
your
lungs
is
open,
all
the
bitches,
tell
em,
go
(Now
I
been
around
the
world
before
But
I
never
thought
it'd
be
this
way
And
I
smoked
up
all
this
weed
before
But
I
never
thought
it'd
feel
this
way)
And
all
the
bitches
be
like,
"Yeah"
Celebration
shots
got
me
really
faded
Kind
of
famous,
enough
to
laugh
like
I
really
made
it
Drunk
enough
to
stir
some
controversy,
bitch
let's
fucking
tape
it
I
feel
amazing,
making
digits
off
my
fucking
cadence
Suck
a
dick
hater
while
I
selfie
with
the
Eifel
Tower
Five
star
general,
the
Odd
Future
I'm
Eisenhower
Said
I
couldn't
make
it,
I
show
you
niggas
to
fight
the
power
Igniting
sour,
watching
Chowder
in
my
finest
hour
A
clearer
mix
of
acid
jazz
and
blue
grass
Niggas
still
stuck
in
the
past,
opening
new
scabs
Me
and
Wiz
matching
bottles
nigga,
open
two
tabs
Stumbling
out
with
six
models,
my
niggas
order
two
pair
We
ain't
worried
bout
rivals,
them
niggas
too
trash
Fuck
what
niggas
think,
I'm
the
illest
one
in
the
new
class
And
I
don't
give
a
fuck
what
niggas
ain't
fuckin'
with
OFWG
run
with
the
team
or
suck
a
dick
Guitars
sound
like
some
Kill
Bill
shit,
watch
it
That's
that
church
tamborine
shit
My
grandma
used
to
play
that
Nigga
Golf
Wang
(Turn
up)
Yessir
I
got
old
money,
I
got
new
money
Put
'em
together,
I
got
huge
money
Bank
teller
call
my
phone,
she
tell
me
I'm
putting
on
Twenty
years
of
success,
let's
toast
to
the
best
Sip
on
some
ace
then
I
pour
out
the
rest
Fuck
bitches,
get
ends
Drink
gin,
fuck
their
friends
Juicy
J
three
hoes
in
a
white
on
white
Benz
I
stay
sipping
codeine
Blue
dream
I'm
rolling
up
Looking
for
a
bitch
with
bank
statements
like
Oprah
These
black
diamonds
racist,
Louis
V
no
laces
My
plug
on
call
coming
straight
up
out
the
basement
All
I
know
is
money,
it
don't
look
like
you
One
shot
from
the
chopper
make
you
look
like
two
Go,
go,
go,
go,
go,
go,
go,
go
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