Rel McCoy - Gas Money lyrics

[Chorus 1] Don't know you better ask somebody On my 1 -2 test wrecking these crash dummies Keep it rolling fear and loathing this is bat country Gimme that Gas money [Verse 1] If every man for him self saying die or eat, I'm a beast Stepping out the jungle, crown on my head, lion in my teeth Lancecape heavy handed, he supplying the beats There ain't no better way to go it's like, dying in your sleep Weigh the words of keyboard warriors dirt cheap Most are light in the a** like Miley working out her twerk week Public disses turn private apology Join the crowd and encore, you wanna clap on me You.. try usurping the highest title I ain't no earthly idol Fans just dig me more.. you dug-less, like Kirk and Michael I pack the club like night stick no police protection Connecting with full bars, when others getting no reception Okay.. a modicum'll flock to em Holy rollers judge a lyricist, I say hypocrites the lot of em Kick my feet up on they empire, treat em like an Ottoman Spring to autumn I'm on top of em, call me John Snow Winters coming, I thought oughta caution em Even though 7 thrones I gotta topple em and over throw Set up shop they talking closed for renovations I'm good, like Tiger Woods I got a open invitation [Chorus 2] Collect my bare minimum, I don't hara** honeys Sweet as a panda treat, cooler than these bra** monkeys They paying for it, no fronting for these rap junkies Ain't cash hungry this is gas money [Verse 2] The average man needs 7 hours rest at least I broke it down to 5 with one eye open i don't sleep Not what they claim to be, carnivores retreat Biters turn vegetarian waving white flags for green peace Advice for those who think they dimes lining up to touch me Get 8 hours of beauty sleep, 9 if you're ugly Financially no lock and key, out my safe zone Cause now I ask for mic cheques, and calculate my take home At 10 bucks a pop, get it call it a super cop I make Best Buy rappers a thing of the past, Future Shop And they can stew in it, there's some food for thought Washed back a booster juice, step to me get you some booster socks You off the beaten path trampling the daffodils Slingshot armchair rapper should have packed a galil Lap it up when my chemical spill Label me rude, but like baby food, you lacking appeal Too saucy with your unfruitful babble talk nah, you not for real I'm in it to administer sk** The skrillas only for my tank to fill, get the message like apple watch You an accessory, really just an after thought I ain't the Mac to feed off, you floppy with your micro soft k** the nerd rap engine, turn your google off.. Emcee cop'll take a plain clothes fist I'm like Kim Jong Un, I mean I take no sh** [Chorus 3] Balancing acts fall face flat, they that clumsy Heavy as a halo drop, snap the bungie Skinny dude i just rap chunky and stay hungry You pull a fast one, I'm relaxed gimme that gas money