Gasoline

[Intro]
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Yo, Itchy, is that how you’re going on yeah?
Mmm, come ‘ere

[Verse 1: V9]
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 hopeful 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

[Verse 2: Billy Billions]
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

[Chorus: Billy Billions & V9]
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 (Oh yeah)
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)
Runnin' down chingin' neeks I want man dead oh please (I beg)

[Verse 3: V9]
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)

[Chorus: Billy Billions & V9]
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 (Oh yeah)
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)
Runnin' down chingin' neeks I want man dead oh please (I beg)