Yung Gravy - Gasoline, Pt. 2 Lyrics

Dj Yung Vamp out in Belgium
French ass motherf*cker
Smoke
We out here on tour baby
Bbno$ just got back from wiener schnitzel (wiener schnitzel)
'Bout to stack this cheddar

Sippin' coffee black no creamer rather keep the stack
Whippin' in a flashy purple Beamer Baby Gravy back
Drop top gettin' lucid top she's quite a dreamer (yeah)
Cop a Gucci flop with a coupon no redeemer (ayy)

With ya senorita (bad bitch)
You can see the wrist dance like ballerina
You can see the pimp slap cause anesthesia
Only hit a f*ckboy if I really needa

Your wifey want a doggie bone so I'ma have to treat her
Yeah she really 'bout my balls we playing Quidditch she the seeker
Yeah I slide to home plate
She call me Baby-no-Jeter
Did a show for 9k yeah I look like Vegeta

Never knew about Vegeta
I was growin' up gettin' vagina (gettin' pussy)
Didn't have TV no Dragonball Z
Had to spend the day gettin' coochie (Super Saiyan)

Never ever
Would I ever
Spend my cheddar
Yo mama way to easy she said she really love the pleasure
Cop my self a
Icy gettup
Lay the pressure
Nerf beretta
Gucci Seater

Gravy treat her better get her wetter than you ever gonna get her you could never come get her
Really can't wait 'til she get my letter
Gettin' to the paper you a lil' shredder

Baby gravy really poppin', f*ck you think we ever stopping
Backstage filled with moms feelin' like it's not that common
Markin' down the moms I've taken down
Tour the world Baby's been around

And yo mom tryna pound every time we in town
If I come splash, be safe don't drown
Bad new bitch real thick like Buddah
You a lil' shrimp I'm the Big Kahuna

You mid we are way cooler (burr)
I gave her ruler I am her tutor (tutor)
My favorite restaurant of course is Hooter's
We actin' nonchalant with some cougars

Girl I'm too high, I'm too fly
All I know is that there's water on my wrist
And water on my bitch

Girl I'm too low, f*ck a show
Let's get blown and we gonna make it in
We're gonna win again

You know, in every man life come a time where
You gotta think about that Big Mac you been ordering on the regular
And start taking a look at that Quarter Pounder
See this that Quarter Pounder music

Smoke Spark out how? Blunts the size of Lil Bow Wow now (ugh)
Now that's a Bow Wow challenge
I just want to chow her melons
She just wanna watch some Ellen

Degenerate, I generate a ton of hate
I been a dreamer so I ain't never one to wake
I grow herb so with shake I bake a ton of cake
Yeah

Eyes like Splinter
Wrist like winter
Sleep at dinner
Play it like a winner
And I'm God with the dope
Robe like a pope
High like a toad
And I'm drunk at my shows
And it shows and they know
Paper Squad on the gas and they glow
Paper Squad on the gas and they glow
We gon' ride 'til the wheels flip the floor