Gasoline Songtext
What floor would you like to go to?
Are you scared to follow your dreams?
Everyone's scared to go to thirteen
How are you supposed to be the biggest star in the world if you're afraid to hop in a elevator and go all the way up?
Why are you so afraid?
Think about it
If you see how fast people move on after somebody died, you would think twice before you care about what anyone has to say about you
So get on the fucking elevator and press up
Hopped up on the elevator on the way
Are you scared to follow your dreams?
Everyone's scared to go to thirteen
How are you supposed to be the biggest star in the world if you're afraid to hop in a elevator and go all the way up?
Why are you so afraid?
Think about it
If you see how fast people move on after somebody died, you would think twice before you care about what anyone has to say about you
So get on the fucking elevator and press up
Hopped up on the elevator on the way
Penthouse full of dreams and somе silicone
They nevеr thought that they would see my face (Oh, oh, oh)
I popped up my champagne bottle on 'em all ('Em all)
I'm poppin'
Bitches all around me
Me and my squad we shoppin'
She give me sloppy toppy
I just came on her diamonds
That's why she call me Papi
All this fuckin' money (Oh)
About to fuckin' drown me
Gasoline
Pour it all over me
Matches in my hands now
Burn it all down now
Cigarette between my teeth
Gasoline (Pour it all)
Pour it all over me (Light it up now)
Matches in my hands now Burn it all down now
Cigarette between my teeth
I set myself on fire (Woo)
For these hoes (Hoes)
To keep 'em warm (Warm)
They don't need clothes (Yeah)
I brought the smoke (Smoke)
You pussies broke (Broke)
Hopped in my Ghost (Yeah)
Then I went ghost (Grrr, bah, bah, yeah, yeah)
Flexin' while they're all in debt (Woo)
Eyes in the back of my head (Yeah)
Always watch my back (Back)
Like I got two backs (Flex, flex)
Flexin' on my jet (Yeah)
Icons on my bed
They thought I was dead (Facts)
I ain't finished yet (Woo, yeah)
Gasoline (Gasoline)
Pour it all over me (Pour it on me)
Matches in my hands now
Burn it all down now
Cigarette between my teeth (Ooh, ooh)
Gasoline (Ooh, ooh)
Pour it all over me (Light it up now)
Matches in my hands now
Burn it all down now
Cigarette between my teeth
Oh, oh-oh, oh
Oh-oh, oh-oh, oh
Uh
I'm paper chasing 'til my soul hurt
You either quit or keep goin' but they both hurt
Like Jamie Foxx in that movie, had to soul search
Had to die, come back to see my soul's worth
Different levels, different devils
My energy is my currency
Pick a classic, I got several
I'ma live for eternity
Thinking 'bout my fuckin' past
I remember doin' trash
No one thought that I would last
Signed to Jay-Z then I fuckin' spazzed
And Nima still got my back
Austin Rosen helped me, I was doin' bad
My first feature, I put Nipsey on the track
Do your fuckin' history, man, that shit's a fact
Shout out to Tuma, Rap Caviar
"Disrespectful", turned me to a star
My nephew's rich if I'm ever dead
Shout to Mark Pitts and Peter Edge
Got my momma out of debt
Couldn't pull a Lil Nas X
Leave your family in the projects
With diamonds 'round your neck, man, that ain't a flex
Fuck love, I just want respect
Got my whole country tatted on my chest
And my country know that I'm the fuckin' best
They show love to these bitches 'cause the man a threat
Fuck your followers and fake likes
With your fake streams for songs you ain't write
I'm tired of bitches playin' fake nice
I'ma die a fuckin' legend, fuck your fake hype
Heard your album was a gravesite
I just did a show with Sting on Fallon Late Night
I'm everywhere, you ain't never there
On this elevator up, watch these haters stare
See when you go up, make sure you don't go down
[?] GASHI, that humiliation that you feel inside, uh
GASHI, you feel good, like, uh, not being successful yet
[?], you feel me
You gonna take off
[?]
And he said to him [?]
It's better to be from down the hill
And looking up and tell somebody, "Fuck you"
Instead to be on top of the hill
And to tell somebody, "Please"
They nevеr thought that they would see my face (Oh, oh, oh)
I popped up my champagne bottle on 'em all ('Em all)
I'm poppin'
Bitches all around me
Me and my squad we shoppin'
She give me sloppy toppy
I just came on her diamonds
That's why she call me Papi
All this fuckin' money (Oh)
About to fuckin' drown me
Gasoline
Pour it all over me
Matches in my hands now
Burn it all down now
Cigarette between my teeth
Gasoline (Pour it all)
Pour it all over me (Light it up now)
Matches in my hands now Burn it all down now
Cigarette between my teeth
I set myself on fire (Woo)
For these hoes (Hoes)
To keep 'em warm (Warm)
They don't need clothes (Yeah)
I brought the smoke (Smoke)
You pussies broke (Broke)
Hopped in my Ghost (Yeah)
Then I went ghost (Grrr, bah, bah, yeah, yeah)
Flexin' while they're all in debt (Woo)
Eyes in the back of my head (Yeah)
Always watch my back (Back)
Like I got two backs (Flex, flex)
Flexin' on my jet (Yeah)
Icons on my bed
They thought I was dead (Facts)
I ain't finished yet (Woo, yeah)
Gasoline (Gasoline)
Pour it all over me (Pour it on me)
Matches in my hands now
Burn it all down now
Cigarette between my teeth (Ooh, ooh)
Gasoline (Ooh, ooh)
Pour it all over me (Light it up now)
Matches in my hands now
Burn it all down now
Cigarette between my teeth
Oh, oh-oh, oh
Oh-oh, oh-oh, oh
Uh
I'm paper chasing 'til my soul hurt
You either quit or keep goin' but they both hurt
Like Jamie Foxx in that movie, had to soul search
Had to die, come back to see my soul's worth
Different levels, different devils
My energy is my currency
Pick a classic, I got several
I'ma live for eternity
Thinking 'bout my fuckin' past
I remember doin' trash
No one thought that I would last
Signed to Jay-Z then I fuckin' spazzed
And Nima still got my back
Austin Rosen helped me, I was doin' bad
My first feature, I put Nipsey on the track
Do your fuckin' history, man, that shit's a fact
Shout out to Tuma, Rap Caviar
"Disrespectful", turned me to a star
My nephew's rich if I'm ever dead
Shout to Mark Pitts and Peter Edge
Got my momma out of debt
Couldn't pull a Lil Nas X
Leave your family in the projects
With diamonds 'round your neck, man, that ain't a flex
Fuck love, I just want respect
Got my whole country tatted on my chest
And my country know that I'm the fuckin' best
They show love to these bitches 'cause the man a threat
Fuck your followers and fake likes
With your fake streams for songs you ain't write
I'm tired of bitches playin' fake nice
I'ma die a fuckin' legend, fuck your fake hype
Heard your album was a gravesite
I just did a show with Sting on Fallon Late Night
I'm everywhere, you ain't never there
On this elevator up, watch these haters stare
See when you go up, make sure you don't go down
[?] GASHI, that humiliation that you feel inside, uh
GASHI, you feel good, like, uh, not being successful yet
[?], you feel me
You gonna take off
[?]
And he said to him [?]
It's better to be from down the hill
And looking up and tell somebody, "Fuck you"
Instead to be on top of the hill
And to tell somebody, "Please"
