Chic raw - Gasoline lyrics

[Vesre 1: Meek Mill] Sipping on ciroc on'er then a light switch Riding thru tha hood wit ma lil bad white chick Ralph lauren 7 jeans, 9 to 5 night sh** In my 96 impala growlin thru the night shift I check you like a mic quick, comin out ya damn mouth Catch you while tha cameras off, show up to ya damn house Like excuse me MA'AM where such & such ride hard no buckle up All left hooks right uppercuts treat you like the beat then f** you up Im dippin on em wayback, we ain flippin we way strapped Ma shooters they dont play around they lay you down like wave cap In tha kitchen wit a 6 duce tryna turn there to a maybach I whip whip, whip real hard like dale earnhard on the race track Im in the front but im way back, way back but im in the front Out shy n***as like ten to one, ???? but there ten of them b**h done f**ed like ten of dem, oops I mean like ten of us I don't wanna ride it ain't tinted up,???? comin thru wit tha fender up Illuminati want my mind, soul, and body They ask me would I trade it all for a maseratti I told him naw he said 100 mil n I said prolli Plus a phantom, panamera and the bugatti We can work a deal, I put my mom up on the hill I go to hell and burn it down They hatin every time I turn around Being co*ky, I turned it down, now it's time, jus turn it up I flame on then burn em up, them n***as act like they learnin up IM GONE