Gas Factory Lyrics by Gangrene & Rome Streetz
So he thought that maybe he hadn’t heard what he heard
Maybe he was too wet, too cold, too tired
And he was beginning to hear things because he knew this one was even bigger
Let me gas up this old man, propane to Rogaine
The slow flame, red top and orange
And more range, it’s cocaine to blow brains, code name
Quick fried in lo mein, duck sauce, no change
No cents, all this dirty money need a cold rinse
A cold bitch to keep the coast clear like the soap mix
I only give ’em dope shit, you notice
It’s like I had to nail it to the front door, and right as they opened it
This is the eviction, we flippin’ houses like we revisited
Rampage and remixed it
As soon as we hit it, demolish everything, your OG’s trippin’
Don’t be a hero to all these villains
Pluck every tooth until your teeth’s missin’, you pillow fisted
Beat you with twenty dollars in pennies inside a pillow case
Until your facial features is different, have you leakin’, sittin’
Thinkin’, blinkin’, trippin’, from these sequences
Flashy clips you ain’t even really seeing existence
You will need assistance
We way too far ahead in the distance, this is illegal business
Mike Jack, “Smooth Criminal,” the genius that be living foul
Back to that gutter water we givin’ out
Sit ’em down
No! Here comes the pitch
Shattered the bat when I swing it, turn it to wood slivers
Rearrange your features of your face until you look different
Give you salmonella, serve you a raw piece of uncooked chicken
Reel the money like salmon up to the boat I caught on a hook fishin’
Dunk ’em in holy water, it’s givin’ ’em a good christenin’
Chop his ear like Van Gogh, if he could, he would listen
Engine’s exposed and the hood’s missing
I’m in the parkin’ lot doing donuts in a Durango
Blowin’ mango, gold rope and a Kangol, covered in Panko (Flavor)
My skin’s encrusted with peppercorn
Perform better when the pressure’s on (Right)
Broke the switch to slow down, lever’s gone
Big bully foot, I got the steppers on
Take ten paces and turn around with a weapon drawn
Took a pot of gold from a leprechaun, I’m juggin’ and juxtaposin’
Makin’ the bank stop, bustin’ through the tank top with the muscles bulgin’ (Woo)
I rock an outer space jacket, your favorite rapper’s a waste basket
Money and women, two things I never chase after (Nope)
I draw a line, you try to cross it and gotta race after
Ayo, style and rhythm on your algorithm (Uh-huh)
Uncle Al told me to get ’em, spit the razor out, rather scalp and rip him (Argh)
Fuck who the best out, he just another victim (Fuck ’em)
I beat ’em like a stepchild and choke ’em to submission
All over the globe, I been shittin’ from Brooklyn to Britain (Uh-uh)
Left a trail of corpses who thought they was competition (Niggas dead)
Please believe we not in the same league, I’m way beyond your vision
Finessed the magic wand right out the palm of the magician (Uh-uh)
This juju different, got few screws missin’
Don’t give a fuck who’s who, get your head chopped for the chicken
When I rhyme, it’s demon time but the new shoes Christian
I stomp you like Kirk Franklin, fool, who you kiddin’? (Haha)
This grown man shit, the plan for bands was written in Sanskrit (Money)
Too much to understand, the fam expand your bandwidth
I got bullets for bums on some Ku Klux Klan shit
Get knocked off for blue bucks, aim and buck at your dandruff (Bah, bah, bah, bah, bah)
I splash like Basquiat in front of the canvas
Flippin’ off cameras, in the whip bumpin’ “Broken Language”
Gang shit
Fuck outta here
So high you don’t know what day it is
Wake your ass up, goddammit
Hey, hey!
Wake up man, I said wake your broke ass up, wake up
Ain’t nobody comin’ to save you out here
Look at you, look at you
You’re so high you can’t see what’s really goin’ on out here
Wake up, money don’t love nobody sleepin’
