Cookin' w Gas Lyrics:
Written by Ben Harris

Might suffocate my head so in my bag
Ho slow you roll thinking you finna smash
Ludicrous mode bitch you moving too fast
No longer a ho I left that in the past
Focused on doe and how to make it stack
Keep a lawn mower for the snakes in the grass
Catch you acting sweet my nigga that’s a wrap
Blowed in the 'yo now we cookin’ with gas

Cookin’ with gas
Blowed in the 'yo now we cookin’ with gas
Cookin with gas
Blowed in the 'yo now we cookin’ with gas
Focused on doe and how to make it stack
Been putting on
Every night performing
15 years strong nigga you do the math

Can’t keep that paper away from me
I’ll work a double on Labor Day
Fuck what a hater say
Whips hate doing dishes
I keep em with paper plates
Oh it ain’t no waiting patiently
Stay goin’ in like MJ on a fade away
Never gon’ fade away
Arcade in the crib but this shit ain’t a game to me
I got that juice call it Minute Maid
Only feel Insecure when watching Issa Rae
Fuck with my family then pour out some Hennessy
Christina Applegate nigga you Dead To Me
This social distancing really ain’t shit since I ain’t ever had a handout
Find my own way to the top
I’m taking that spot bitch you like it or not

Might suffocate my head so in my bag
Ho slow you roll thinking you finna smash
Ludicrous mode bitch you moving too fast
No longer a ho I left that in the past
Focused on doe and how to make it stack
Keep a lawn mower for the snakes in the grass
Catch you acting sweet my nigga that’s a wrap
Blowed in the ‘yo now we cookin’ with gas

Cookin’ with gas
Blowed in the 'yo now we cookin’ with gas
Cookin’ with gas
Blowed in the 'yo now we cookin’ with gas
Focused on doe and how to make it stack
Been putting on
Every night performing
15 years strong nigga you do the math

Oh I I be rollin’ up feeling so high I
So Melo laid back with that La La
My bitch got that brain like a scholar
She love to ride my
Dick like an old school Impala
Said she can’t hold back any longer
Said Come as You Are to Nirvana
Oh I I stay bout that Bread like Panera
Find my own way like MacGyver
Ain’t fuckin' with me then why try
Oh I my bitch on top going for a ri-ide
Said she can’t hold back any longer
Said Come as You Are to Nirvana