Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Rolled up thick, yeah, I came with the proof
Cherry on the tip and the room got loose
Ain't no talkin' loud when the good one hit
One slow pull and I settle my grip
Palm full of gold in a paper skin
Let it burn clean, let the night begin
Got that smooth ride, got that heavy drift
If you came to ruin it, you don't get a lift
[Pre-Chorus]
Pass it right, keep it tight
Don't kill the wave, don't kill the light
Move with me, stay in tune
One bad vibe can end the mood
[Chorus]
Fire gas, fire gas
Keep it slow, keep it fast
Don't fuck around
Don't blow my high
Fire gas, fire gas
One good spark can make it last
Stay in line
Don't blow my high
[Verse 2]
Came in with a grin and a pocket of leaf
Whole crew calm like a Sunday beat
I like the taste with the earthy bite
Heavy in the chest but it floats just right
Blue note drip on a late-night bend
Ain't tryna fight, I just want that Zen
You bring that chaos, you can miss me, fam
I'm in my zone with a match and a plan
[Pre-Chorus]
Pass it right, keep it tight
Don't kill the wave, don't kill the light
Move with me, stay in tune
One bad vibe can end the mood
[Chorus]
Fire gas, fire gas
Keep it slow, keep it fast
Don't fuck around
Don't blow my high
Fire gas, fire gas
One good spark can make it last
Stay in line
Don't blow my high
[Bridge]
If you here, then know the rules
Good smoke, good talk, good mood
No side-eye, no cheap shots
Just lean back till the bass drops
[Final Chorus]
Fire gas, fire gas
Keep it slow, keep it fast
Don't fuck around
Don't blow my high
Fire gas, fire gas
One good spark can make it last
Stay in line
Don't blow my high
Fire gas, fire gas
Let it glow, let it glide
Stay on time
Don't blow my high
Details
GeneratedJul 16, 2026
Duration3:16
LanguageEnglish
Style
Trap-funk with jazzy chords, bluesy bass slides, and soul hooks; mid-tempo swung drums and crisp hats drive the groove. Verse rides sparse keys and rubbery sub; pre-chorus strips to snapped claps and filtered horns; chorus opens with stacked gang vocals and a singable chant. Close-mic lead with gritty doubles, ad-lib panning, tape delay throws, smoke-hiss transitions, reversed trumpet swells, and a warm punchy mix., funk, rap, jazz, soul, blues
Credits
Prompt byMarcusMcGrew357
ModelAria v5.5
Prompt
This is a song for all the smokers that smoke that fire gas, chill and vibe but don’t fuck around and blow my high, rap, trap, jazz, funk, blues, soul
