Go (Gas)

Produced by: Tyler, The Creator

<Intro: Wiz Khalifa>

******' put on a wrong head-- pair of headphones and s**t, uh

<Verse 1: Wiz Khalifa>

Just took ten shots and I ain't pass out

Spent a hundred grand and I ain't cash out

If you smoking OG, bring the grass out

These ****** filled up, bring the gas out

Talkin' bout some s**t that you know you stole

I have my ******' way with this game, no remote control

Drinking on some gin cause I like alcohol

How the **** you sposed to win, you don't know how to ball

Turnt up but still smoking

Tryna drive but my eyes barely open

See the cars, see the watch, see I done moved up

In my condo smoking out watching True Blood

Tryna take Taco to the strip club

Tryna take Tyler to the dealer bruh (I'm right here guys!)

Tryna take Domo to the **** spot

True pothead so I need pot

<Hook: Tyler, the Creator & Wiz Khalifa>

Go, I'm so ****** loaded

Pockets and the smoke and all the b*****s

Tell em

Go, faded and I'm floatin

I hope your lungs is open

All the b*****s, tell em, go

Now I been around the world before

But I never thought it'd be this way

And I smoked up all this **** before

But I never thought it'd feel this way

And all the b*****s be like, "Yeah"

<Verse 2: Domo Genesis>

Celebration shots got me really faded

Kind of famous, enough to laugh like I really made it

Drunk enough to stir some controversy, ***** let's ******* tape it

I feel amazing, making digits off my ******* cadence

Suck a ****, hater while I selfie with the Eiffel Tower

Five star general, the Odd Future I'm Eisenhower

Said I couldn't make it, I show you ****** to fight the power

Igniting sour, watching Chowder in my finest hour

A clearer mix of acid jazz and blue grass

****** still stuck in the past, opening new scabs

Me and Wiz matching bottles *****, open two tabs

Stumbling out with six models, my ***** order two cabs

We ain't worried bout rivals, them ****** too trash

**** what ****** think, I'm the illest one in the new class

And I don't give a **** what ****** ain't ******' with

OFWG run with the team or suck a ****

<Hook: Tyler, the Creator & Wiz Khalifa>

Go, I'm so ****** loaded

Pockets and the smoke and all the b*****s

Tell em

Go, faded and I'm floatin

I hope your lungs is open

All the b*****s, tell em, go

Now I been around the world before

But I never thought it'd be this way

And I smoked up all this **** before

But I never thought it'd feel this way

And all the b*****s be like, "Yeah"

<Bridge: Tyler, the Creator>

Guitars sound like some Kill Bill s**t, watch it

That's that church tambourine s**t

My grandma used to play that

*****

Golf Wang

<Verse 3: Juicy J>

(Turn up) Yessir

I got old money, I got new money

Put 'em together, I got huge money

Bank teller call my phone, she tell me I'm putting on

Twenty years of success, let's toast to the best

Sip on some ace then I pour out the rest

**** b*****s, get ends

Drink gin, **** their friends

Juicy J three hoes in a white on white Benz

I stay sipping codeine

Blue dream I'm rolling up

Looking for a ***** with bank statements like Oprah

These black diamonds racist, Louis V no laces

My plug on call coming straight up out the basement

All I know is money, it don't look like you

One shot from the chopper make you look like two

<Outro: Tyler, the Creator>

Go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go