[Chorus: SeaOhDeeWhy]
Who that smoking gas?
Who that smoking gas?
I got bands, I got bands
I got bands, smokin' yams

[Verse 1: SeaOhDeeWhy]
I got the Glock inside of my fit, smokin' on that cherry pit
I won't go outside, make that bih' ride
Got my brand-new slides, on that bitch I glide
I like rainbows tie-dye, I want, yuh (Ahh)

[Chorus: SeaOhDeeWhy]
Who that smoking gas?
Who that smoking gas?
I got bands, I got bands
I got bands, smokin' yams

[Bridge: SeaOhDeeWhy & RJLDiablo]
Every motherfucker dead to me, yuh
No one understands my legacy, yeah
I'm a god, Unknowns 'til I die
I don't even know, you a fuck ho
Uh, yuh, yuh, yuh (What?), yuh, yuh, yuh (What?)

[Verse 2: RJLDiablo]
What? Yeah, bet I could make that bih' pop
Yuh, whole gang been avoidin' the cops
Yeah, you know your girl gave me top
What? What? This is not pop, this some rock, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, woah
Gotta make it for the ones who dead
We run on your block and we filled it with lead
I met with your bitch in my car and got head
I miss all my brothers, I miss all my riders, and man, fuck the feds
Huh, come back to bed, huh, please be my baby
You know God saved me, you know God saved me
I've got the Qur'ān and the Bible, full safety
And in one year the money won't change me
If I walk around town I keep on safety
I wish the best for my nephew, don't go crazy
Boy, stick to your routes and don't chase ladies
My uncle used to tell me that when I was baby
And I always used to say, "Boy, make me"
That's when I realised all the others fake, G
They just some fake Gs
That say they made me, oh
Yuh, yuh, I need to be honest
My clothes is red, my family's dead and my shoes Giannis
I didn't want this, I wanted to fund my nan's life and help her out
Now she's six feet down and she's looking from the clouds
And I hope I make her proud, 'cause I'm singing for the crowd, like
Hey, get out my way, I'ma tryna be on stage
I ain't a slave, but I feel that I was made
To follow orders, but fuck the orders
And fuck the borders, young music hoarder
My bitch, I called her, asked 'bout our daughters
Hope that I marry my crush 'cause she makes me blush, lowkey
Keep the lock on my strap when I go around town, bitch, OG
And nowadays I can never look at the old me
By the time I hit forty I bet you I've OD'd, yeah
And I say—
[Chorus: SeaOhDeeWhy]
Who that smoking gas?
Who that smoking gas?
I got bands, I got bands
I got bands, smokin'—