Artist: PeeWee Longway Album: Blue M&M (Mixtape) Song: OG Gas Typed by: AZ Lyrics What do you mean? Real motherfucking gas what I'm sellin' I count out nothing but blue Benjamins Longway, longway, blew out my ears, sound engineer OG! [Pre-Chorus x2] Real gas weed, All em' need [?] what I'm selling Overnight shipping, in the morning time, trapping [Chorus] OG Gas, OG Gas, OG Gas Real weed what I'm selling OG Gas, OG Gas, OG Gas OG Gas What you smelling [Verse 1] Whole lot of mother fuckin' bad what I'm selling Got the street going crazy off the OG High Performance Contraband, 3, 4, skirts (skirt skirt) in the morning Sipping on lean, y'all niggas still yawning Gotcha boy, cashing out, nothing but Blue Hundreds Givenchy Skinny Jean, Trap boy Go [?] Bricks of that Billie Jean, come make a hundred Trap or Die, Nigga, Mother Fuck your honor Car smelling like a pound of Marijuana Stingray Guiseppe, Mixed with iguana Looking like a Young Rich Nigga do numbers Still got fifty bricks stashed in my bumper Grind Baby Williams, Bitch I'm a stoner Piped up, might see your bitch to move corners. [?] I make all those bitches and send up back home Leasing your bitch, that just for dome Can't smoke on my weed, roll your own Million Dollar Gas Spot in the trenches We trappin' right next to the dome Name a bud I ain't sold, Wrap the Audi all gold Turn up on all of you ho's... Good Gas, got it going for the low. (Low-Low) [Pre-Chorus x2] Real gas weed, All em' need [?] what I'm selling. (Yes!) Overnight shipping, in the morning time, trapping. (Trap! Trap!) [Chorus] OG Gas, OG Gas, OG Gas Real weed what I'm selling. (OG!) OG Gas, OG Gas, OG Gas OG Gas What you smelling [Verse 2] Real weed what I'm selling, trapping with nothing but felons Thug Life, Makaveli, see, so Crip tatted go on my belly Slangin' Famous Amos, Cookies from the Bay Hunnid-band hangin' out my pocket Longway Mail-man truck, coming down the One-way 4, 5, boxes droppin' off with one skirt Gas Bags, gotta Bentley em out like a vert. [?] Playing with my money, your face on a shirt Young niggas coming like Sosa, Sosa Sitting on the sofa while I'm running through a milli Rent man callin' saying he smell through the vents. (Don't Care.) 3 Gram doobie I'm choking yo' bitch Tokyo Diamonds on the Rollie so sick Hammer-time when I'm in the kitchen whippin' bricks Gas, Marijuana, neighbors smell it Who gives a shit call 12 Habitat Housing we turn in the trenches I told that bitch, I been breakin' bands on benches OG is what I intentionally scribble, been fucking up bands on bales Cavalli my body, I bet they remember me MCin' Moneyband, Mason Margiela! [Pre-Chorus x2] Real gas weed, All em' need [?] what I'm selling. (Yeah) Overnight shipping, in the morning time, trapping. (Trap, Trap) [Chorus] OG Gas, OG Gas, OG Gas Real weed what I'm selling OG Gas, OG Gas, OG Gas (OG!) OG Gas What you smelling [Outro]