A2 Anti – Gas Lyrics

[Intro]
I might be half Maghrebi (I might be half Maghrebi)
I’m smoking too much hash (Too much hash, smokin’ too much hash)

[Chorus]
Just hop out the wagon (Right now)
We turn up the function (Turn up, turn up)
Pull up and clap it (Baow, baow)
But I’m not from Junction (I’m from Bush)
Protect your wiggin’ (Doh)
‘Cah that can get hit with somethin’
Get him all down
Wet down bruddas and cousins (Big Anti)
[Verse 1]
Ooh baby
B— Baby hold this baby, you can’t have my baby (Glee)
This G9 came like Kodak Black, I’m going through Zs, I’m hay-shin’ (Z)
Black blade turn man patient (Let’s go)
Don’t ever get complacent (Let’s go)
Don’t ever step out naked (You know)
I’m faded, high-graded (Woo)
Two olders turn, it’s Pete and Bas
Fire and brimstone, opps in my ash
My broski might just blow up, he’s smokin’ too much gas
I─ I might be half Maghrebi, I’m smokin’ too much hash
Yo, you don’t wanna have my baby
That baby gonna turn out tapped (Mad)
If I fuck you, pay me, ain’t nothin’ for free
I ain’t even got it on me (But it’s local)
PTSD, my heart skip a beat when I see C.I.D. (Uh)
They want me back on the freeze (On the landin’)
They want me out with the fools (With the fools)
They want me standin’ in court (Wow)
B— B— But I know they would rather the morgue (Well)

[Chorus]
Just hop out the wagon (Right now)
We turn up the function (Turn up, turn up)
Pull up and clap it (Baow, baow)
But I’m not from Junction (I’m from Bush)
Protect your wiggin’ (Doh)
‘Cah that can get hit with suttin’
Get him all down
Wet down bruddas and cousins (Big Anti)

[Verse 2]
Catchy, catchin’, catch ’em in traffic
Blood on the dashboard, window shattered (‘Cause you was lackin’)
Hit him in his head, how bro hit the post like Rashford (I’m finna whack it)
I got tape with this knife
I might even stab man backwards (Let’s get it crackin’)
Don’t— Don’t play with your life (Uh), I’m beefin’ actors (Uh), don’t get hit with this dafter (Uh, awoo)
Dem boys there give me discharge (Uh)
A boy got soaked in discharge (Red when)
Turn mans block to a vineyard (Movie)
Fill up the clip, it’s show time
He ain’t gonna let that pop, but I’ll blow mine (Woosh)
Woosh it in gear ‘fore they can’t get near me
Push it in gear ‘fore we’re gone in no time (Bro-ah)
They ain’t got back bones, no spines

[Chorus]
Just hop out the wagon (Right now)
We turn up the function (Turn up, turn up)
Pull up and clap it (Baow, baow)
But I’m not from Junction (I’m from Bush)
Protect your wiggin’ (Doh)
‘Cah that can get hit with somethin’
Get him all down
Wet down bruddas and cousins (Big Anti)