Mobile Pro - Gasoline and Matches lyrics

[Verse 1: Mobile Pro] b**h I light you up like gasoline and matches Segregate the game when I'm stepping up come test me I go hard in the paint like Flocka No point, no comma Put your b**h in a coma Cause my big dick cause trauma Pro game, b**h listen Listerine teeth glisten Wiz game three thousand When I'm cookin up in the kitchen f** with me and get g**ned Gang slammed when gangs hang Fast hands go click clack And time drop like d**h threats b**h man know riff raffs Rolexs and hats back House balls like Jesse James Pistol whip yo b**h a** d**h writ on yo b**h a** When I'm hitting it like Pacquiao Riding in no rodeo Loving it no Romeo When I'm scoping out all the targets All your jags I'm copping Hitmarker he dropped in 360 no drop him Been holding back but that's pa**ed now Full power with no backing out Full throttles pedal down Three boots your soul out [Hook] [x2] b**h get ready for the afterlife Click clack stop drop in the moonlight Bullets flying bodies dropping cause that fast life Cause that fast money fast hoes rolling right Cause that fast money fast hoes rolling right Overblown blowing up up in the afterlife [x3]