Meek Mill — Gasoline

[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 shit 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 fuck 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 niggas like ten to one, ???? but there ten of them Bitch done fucked 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 cocky, I turned it down, now it’s time, jus turn it up I flame on then burn em up, them niggas act like they learnin up IM GONE