Gas N Zips

Me and Octi, in the kitchen, steady cooking up We got gas, we got Xan's, all that shit that leave you slumped You overdose on my shit, I don't give a fuck! I'm selling RC's, this shit make me rich as fuck I'm selling NBOMe, this that shit that make you fried I'm selling NBOMe, this shit make you lose your mind My bro got a pill press, we making fake X I don't give a fuck, bitch, I'm making paychecks I just sold a feat and made a paycheck I'm so busy that I'm charging for a placement I knew that I'd come up, I had to be patient You ever been so fucked up? Call it "Turnt up" Super Xan, Superman, Molly, turnt up Need a bitch named Molly, let's get turnt up Classic hashish, that shit get burnt up What you made off? Get your lays up You ever been interrogated with no laces? (You ever been interrogated with no laces?) Boy, your ass a snob, I know you ain't shit, you ain't shit Para dupliseras, I got way too much She wanna ball, she wanna ball, I'm running through the mall Fuck the store, fuck the store, fucking up the mall She wanna call, wanna call, but I do too much Three g's on me, trust me, you can smell the musk 2famous, that's squad, squad, you can tell we up She ask "Do you ski?", she must be off some rocks My pants, they rocks, yeah, pillies in my socks Me and Octi, in the kitchen, steady cooking up We got gas, we got Xan's, all that shit that leave you slumped You overdose on my shit, I don't give a fuck I'm selling RC's, this shit make me rich as fuck Me and Octi got the most swag in the club Me and Octi got the biggest bags in the club We pop out on stage, all the fans showing love You tryna hang around but you can't 'cause you a scrub You can't 'cause you a lame, every single day, you sit around and you complain But, bitch, I get a bag and that's why we aren't the same