Go (Gas) [feat. Wiz Khalifa, Juicy J & 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