歌詞

Go (Gas) (Explicit) - Domo Genesis/Wiz Khalifa (維茲·卡利法)/Juicy J/Tyler, The Creator

Written by:Tyler Okonma/Dominique Cole/Jordan Houston/Cameron Thomaz/Tyler, The Creator

F**kin' put on a wrong head pair of headphones and sh*t uh

 

Just took ten shots and I ain't passed out

Passed out

Spent a hundred grand and I ain't cash out

Cash out

If you smoking OG bring the grass out

Grass out

These n**gas filled up bring the gas out

Gas out

Talkin' 'bout some sh*t that you know you stole

I have my f**kin' way with this game no remote control

Control

Drinking on some gin 'cause I like alcohol

 

How the f**k you supposed to win

You don't know how to ball

 

Turnt up but still smoking

Smoking

Tryna drive but my eyes barely open

Barely open

See the cars see the watch see I done moved up

Moved up

In my condo smoking out watching True Blood

Watching True Blood

Tryna take Taco to the strip club

Strip club

Tryna take Tyler to the dealer bruh I'm right here guys

Tryna take Domo to the w**d spot

 

True pothead so I need pot

Go I'm so f**kin' loaded

 

Pockets and the smoke and all the b**ches

Tell 'em

Go faded and I'm floatin'

I hope your lungs is open

All the b**ches 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 w**d before

 

But I never thought it'd feel this way

And all the b**ches 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 b**ch let's f**king tape it

I feel amazing making digits off my f**king 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 n**gas to fight the power

Igniting sour watching Chowder in my finest hour

A clearer mix of acid jazz and blue grass

N**gas still stuck in the past opening new scabs

Me and Wiz matching bottles n**ga open two tabs

Stumbling out with six models my n**ga order two cabs

We ain't worried 'bout rivals them n**gas too trash

F**k what n**gas think I'm the illest one in the new class

And I don't give a f**k what n**gas ain't f**kin' with

OFWG run with the team or suck a dick

Go I'm so f**kin' loaded

 

Pockets and the smoke and all the b**ches

Tell 'em

Go faded and I'm floatin'

I hope your lungs is open

All the b**ches 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 w**d before

But I never thought it'd feel this way

And all the b**ches be like Yeah

 

Guitars sound like some Kill Bill sh*t watch it

 

That's that church tambourine sh*t

 

My grandma used to play that

 

N**ga

 

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

F**k b**ches get ends

Drink gin f**k 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 b**ch with bank statements like Oprah

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

 

***歌詞來自第三方***