Gasoline ft. J-Legacy Lyrics

My lil' bro, he's seventeen He spit gas, no lean

Spinnin' like, fuck you mean Shawty gon' fiend

When she meet the team Watch out what you mean

My diamonds clean Bitch, I get to the bag

I don't got no Jacksons in my jeans Ain't got no time for these hoes

They oppressin' my goals

I can't let a nigga come between That's what I mean

Never been nice Brand new tech on a hop on a flight

She sendin' me snaps She makin' me hype

I get to the bag this here for the night

She callin' my phone When you walk out your home

My nigga, I know you ain't hittin' it right I keep me a stick

Shawty keep rubbin' my pants And I know that she feelin' the pipe

They say that I'm mean I'm not, I just flex for the team

Cause I got it bustin' out the seams

Lil' mama a queen Homie, it ain't what it seem

I don't care about your self-esteem Lil' bro, he just ran up a bag

I got 42 cash And this ain't from methamphetamines

Keep this shit jumpin' like a trampoline I'm spinnin' and spinnin

Get the dramamine like nah

My lil' bro, he's seventeen He spit gas, no lean

Spinnin' like, fuck you mean Shawty gon' fiend

When she meet the team Watch out what you mean

My diamonds clean Bitch, I get to the bag

I don't got no Jacksons in my jeans Ain't got no time for these hoes

They oppressin' my goals

I can't let a nigga come between That's what I mean

We been on a mission I told him I got it

These niggas been trippin' I need me a little momma that gon' listen

Bae count it again I bet not find it missing

Stop callin' my name I'm blockin' these niggas

I don't wanna argue I hop out the whip

And he tuckin' his chain Bae keep it a hundred

I'm not bout to trick him And take you a pic

Like, remember my name? I feel like I'm Curry for three

When I'm shootin' my shot at your bitch Nigga, check out the aim

I pull up and flex on a nigga I told him I got it like that

When I put on the frames Lil' mama, she wanna come ride

With a nigga She lovin' the game

Most of these niggas be sounding

The same I got to the bag

And I ain't never change Like, nah

My lil' bro, he's seventeen He spit gas, no lean

Spinnin' like, fuck you mean Shawty gon' fiend

When she meet the team Watch out what you mean

My diamonds clean Bitch, I get to the bag

I don't got no Jacksons in my jeans Ain't got no time for these hoes

They oppressin' my goals

I can't let a nigga come between That's what I mean