Gascap by Tindree Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Got a new whip (huh)
And a new bitch
I might not let you in (nah)
I don’t wanna do this
That’s your friend? (That’s your friend?)
She lame as hell (lame as hell)
I slap her ass (smack that ass)
It felt like bone (bone ass)
Crash my car cause the beat knocks
Pussy boy wearing Reeboks
If you weigh 120 or under do not try to fight me
You built like a peacock (peacock)
I’ll beat the fuck out a peacock (what)
I got the drip right in these socks (socks)
Your bitch she all on my dick and she feeling my shit
And she thinks it’s a big Glock
[Chorus]
I don’t wanna flex
Peacock on my neck
I don’t wanna flex
Peacock on my neck
[Verse 2]
You got a fucked up hairline, wait
No that’s not a bar
I don’t spit bars, I spit facts
That’s no cap, I got gas
Pop it off, burn the beat
I’m with demons, relax
Dripping like me, better pay me a tax
Pull up, I’m flexing, don’t save me a pack
Fuck up the beat, then I’m killing a peacock
No cap
Piss off your neighbor, that bitch is like 50
I’m not like these rappers, might shut down the city
I might blow a band on myself cause I’m pretty
And step on a peacock, I’ll do it with pity
[Chorus]
I don’t wanna flex
Peacock on my neck
I don’t wanna flex
Peacock on my neck
[Verse 3]
Slight jams, people seem to say it’s no anthem
Still been looking for the shit that cause tantrums
At a one man function with a one man band, He’s
Only on the gram talking shit in comments
But if he see me outside he might dash
Shrimp ass bitch in my path
Looking for his time but it’s passed, wait
Pussy boy said he won’t last
But I crush that
That beat sounds mid, I don’t want that
Cause you gush for it when it pops off
Gascap in this bitch, better hush that
Blue street
[Chorus]
I don’t wanna flex
Peacock on my neck
I don’t wanna flex
Peacock on my neck
Got a new whip (huh)
And a new bitch
I might not let you in (nah)
I don’t wanna do this
That’s your friend? (That’s your friend?)
She lame as hell (lame as hell)
I slap her ass (smack that ass)
It felt like bone (bone ass)
Crash my car cause the beat knocks
Pussy boy wearing Reeboks
If you weigh 120 or under do not try to fight me
You built like a peacock (peacock)
I’ll beat the fuck out a peacock (what)
I got the drip right in these socks (socks)
Your bitch she all on my dick and she feeling my shit
And she thinks it’s a big Glock
[Chorus]
I don’t wanna flex
Peacock on my neck
I don’t wanna flex
Peacock on my neck
[Verse 2]
You got a fucked up hairline, wait
No that’s not a bar
I don’t spit bars, I spit facts
That’s no cap, I got gas
Pop it off, burn the beat
I’m with demons, relax
Dripping like me, better pay me a tax
Pull up, I’m flexing, don’t save me a pack
Fuck up the beat, then I’m killing a peacock
No cap
Piss off your neighbor, that bitch is like 50
I’m not like these rappers, might shut down the city
I might blow a band on myself cause I’m pretty
And step on a peacock, I’ll do it with pity
[Chorus]
I don’t wanna flex
Peacock on my neck
I don’t wanna flex
Peacock on my neck
[Verse 3]
Slight jams, people seem to say it’s no anthem
Still been looking for the shit that cause tantrums
At a one man function with a one man band, He’s
Only on the gram talking shit in comments
But if he see me outside he might dash
Shrimp ass bitch in my path
Looking for his time but it’s passed, wait
Pussy boy said he won’t last
But I crush that
That beat sounds mid, I don’t want that
Cause you gush for it when it pops off
Gascap in this bitch, better hush that
Blue street
[Chorus]
I don’t wanna flex
Peacock on my neck
I don’t wanna flex
Peacock on my neck