Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Gasoline , by - V9. Release date: 28.05.2020
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Gasoline |
| Yo, Itchy, is that how you’re going on yeah? |
| Ay come 'ere |
| Two hands up like Goku I reach for my suttin, pop it and show you (Bow bow) |
| Leave man bland just like tofu I ain’t got no manners I’m real like Nobu (Mmhmm) |
| Trip up I get Hofu swing my suttin, and bore you (Ching ching) |
| You got racks on your wrist but ain’t chipped in for a fucking stick (How?) |
| Rudeboy you’re livin' a myth (Some dickhead) |
| Man can’t tell me 'bout trips I’ve been out here with this loaded stick (Ay) |
| I want man dead on the news no fibs (I do) |
| Slap it, best run with your bitch (Ay come 'ere) |
| Pop it, watch his whole body twitch (Bow bow) |
| I want bankrolls, I’m in love with this bitch (Mmhmm) |
| You can keep her that is not my bitch |
| She caught up in her feelings, begging me to stop the drug dealings (God damn) |
| I don’t wanna hurt you that’s the realest |
| So girl it’s best to stay up out my business (Hoe) |
| TT flake on my hit list, artillery on my wishlist |
| I wish that I never got nicked with, charged, trial, acquitted |
| Cowboy draw yeah I’m quick with |
| Anti-clockwise when the wrist whip (Whip whip) |
| Bad one, with the lipstick, tryna leave evidence on my missus |
| I ain’t gonna crack under pressure |
| It’s still ten ton on the presser |
| I grip the mash with the leather |
| Get man down with the wetter |
| She gon' fall for the kid, that’s the shit that I’m used to |
| We gon' light up your strip, that’s the shit that I’m used to |
| She gon' fall for the kid, that’s the shit that I’m used to (Oh yeah) |
| We gon' light up your strip, that’s the shit that I’m used to |
| I can’t pick up the phone, I’m in the ride with bro |
| Don’t lack on this road, slap shots in your throat |
| Gasoline, gasoline, rev it up give it speed (Ay ay) |
| Run him down ching him I want man dead or (I beg) |
| Seedy settings I’m with that (Double S) |
| Bad B wan' hold this dick and balls, bitch you best hold this kitchen (You |
| better) |
| I let bro whip up I ain’t kiddin' listen this is the life I’m livin' |
| Bro don’t hold me back and go kick him (Go do it) |
| Or pump it, like Joe, I want man gone, not sent home (Ay) |
| I’m sick of this shit (I am) |
| Get round there tryna flush him out |
| We brung it out we got live rounds creep up and pow and put man down (Grr bow) |
| You best ring the alarm (You better) |
| When you hear that gang’s in town (Ay) |
| They got no heart, them man scream, scatter and pounce (Ay come 'ere) |
| She gon' fall for the kid, that’s the shit that I’m used to |
| We gon' light up your strip, that’s the shit that I’m used to |
| She gon' fall for the kid, that’s the shit that I’m used to (Oh yeah) |
| We gon' light up your strip, that’s the shit that I’m used to |
| I can’t pick up the phone, I’m in the ride with bro |
| Don’t lack on this road, slap shots in your throat |
| Gasoline, gasoline, rev it up give it speed (Ay ay) |
| Run him down ching him I want man dead or (I beg) |