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illtrix - gas station lyrics

[intro: doc gruesome]
yeah! ayy! yu_f_oh! about to do it like this one time! about to do it for my f_ckin’ people! you know i got my motherf_ckin’ people in the house! yu_f_oh in this b_tch! you know it’s illtrix in this motherf_cker! ayy! yeah! ayy! yeah! okay!

[verse 1: doc gruesome]
open up the door, you smell the smoke, b_tch, hurry up and buy
gas station, ho, we feel the need and then we spark and fly
f_ck about your feelings, slangin’ gas and makin’ k!llings
only thing i know so when the trixtas in the building
b_tch, the chopper be singin’ like a sunday choir
stomp on your head ’til my feet get tired
shoot up your block, you was seen with a wire
barrel get hot like the police is on fire
go back up to the spot, we cook the coke up ’til it rock (’til it rock)
head back to the station and we slang it to the block
and f_ck the cops that’s plottin’ on me, ho, make me catch a body, though
f_ckin’ on the opps, b_tches, i think that sh_t is comical
f_ck it tryin’ to stop me though, i wish a p_ssy would (p_ssy would)
let me finish with this blunt and pull up in your hood
our sh_t was good until it wasn’t that, ain’t no time to run it back
bullet hit your heart and send your body to a cardiac
come up to the station, we got everything you need and more
if you ain’t makin’ a purchase, f_ck up out my liquor store

[skit]
f_ck man what’s good? i’m gonna need some henny and some swishers and some magnums. don’t play with me. i got some food stamps. let me know if you tryin’ to help me out
[chorus: doc gruesome]
we at the gas station, baby, go and get you what you need (get you what you need)
a 40 from the back and a swisher for your tree
we at the gas station, b_tch, go and get you what you want (get you what you want)
if you tryin’ to rob us you can meet us at the front, we at the gas station

[verse 2: lil manyak & lo_f!]
h_llo, welcome, you can call me yak ’cause
we got dank bud and always grippin’ on our flappers
b_tch you ain’t even a factor, rainin’ sh_lls like natural disaster
as bullets ricochet in the back all you hear is laughter
if you try to leave the store put your nose up on the floor
we count out the 40s you can pour, the front is the front and the back is a morgue
so take your pick right now, six feet across we see your house
you gettin’ stabbed, you tryna cut, put sh_t in your pockets to test your luck

[verse 3: lof!]
we got this on lock, come and test it, all your bad habits you can invest in
everything, not everything you said, keep guessin’
at least we’re makin’ money, what a blessing
we live to serve anyone, pull some guns to have some fun
barrels blast, you better run, huh? it burns? you pop some tums
if you got a need, fulfill it quick, ibuprofen to a busted lip
no morals here, never gave a sh_t, come meet the homies, the furnace, the clique
so when you steppin’ you better be strictly ’bout some business
it’s nothin’ to me to hide somebody in some ditches, lil b_tches
[skit]
man what you mean you can’t f_ck with me? i’ve been goin’ to church with your auntie since i was three years old
bruh, you can talk to my manger, but i really can’t do sh_t for you

[chorus: doc gruesome]
we at the gas station, baby, go and get you what you need (get you what you need)
a 40 from the back and a swisher for your tree
we at the gas station, b_tch, go and get you what you want (get you what you want)
if you tryin’ to rob us you can meet us at the front, we at the gas station

[verse 4: tre xavier]
gettin’ some gas and some snacks (yeah), maybe some new type of dabs
also i’m thirsty, i know that you hurt me, i plan to keep burnin’ your ass
give me that sh_t from the back, special ones don’t need a pack
i want a snack! i’ve got my swishers and dutchies and m_ffins
and it can be lookin’ like he h__rdin’ racks
i’m on a tab and i ain’t talkin’ ’bout lucy, i drove today here in a hooptie
ain’t never been bougie, ain’t catch a n_gga in gucci
i’m spinnin’ my moochie, my foolie remember to screw me?
no, i ain’t askin’ for much, throw me a dove, show me some love
give me a reason to not run it up and then come up in here with a mask and a gun

[verse 5: lof!]
hold up! hold up!
this a stickup, go and give me all of the cash
drop that 1942 and the swishers in the bag
walkin’ slowly to the safe hidin’ in the f_ckin’ back
and i popped his ass once, left him bleedin’ by the trash
pour_pour_pour this gasoline, set this b_tch on fire
talkin’ out your mouth get you talkin’ through a wire
grab the videotape, soon the evidence is fires
dippin’ out the back, hear the skeet from the tires (skrrt)
go up to the crib and we splittin’ up the pile
fiendin’ on my m’s ’cause we gotta stay alive
stuff it in my pockets like the sh_t is really mine
five_finger discount, $3.99
[skit]
all right bro listen
man i’m tired of this bullsh_t. y’all motherf_ckers always tryin’ to play with me
oh yeah? we playin’?
and guess what? i really blast on this sh_t

- illtrix lyrics

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