Gasoline and Matches by Mobile Pro Lyrics

[Verse]
Bitch I light you up like gasoline and matches
Segregate the game when I'm steppin' up, come test me

I go hard in the paint like Flocka
No point, no comma
Put your bitch in a coma
'Cause my big dick cause trauma

Pro game, bitch listen
Listerine, teeth glisten
Wiz game three-thousand
When I'm cookin' up in the kitchen

Fuck with me and get gang-banged
Gang slammed when gang hangs
Fast hands go click, clack
And time drop like dead friends

Bitch man, no riff-raffs
Rolexes and hats back
Outlaws like Jesse James
Pistol-whip yo' bitch ass
Death writ on yo' bitch ass
When I'm hittin' it like Pacquiao
Ridin' in, no rodeo
Lovin' it, no Romeo

When I'm scopin' out all the targets
All your jags, I'm coppin'
Hitmarker, he dropped in
Three-sixty, no, drop him

Been holding back, but that's passed now
Full power, no backing out
Full throttles, pedal down
Three bullets, your soul out

[Hook]
Bitch get ready for the afterlife
Click, clack, stop, drop, in the moonlight
Bullets flyin', bodies droppin', 'cause that fast life
'Cause that fast money, fast hoes, wrong and right

Bitch get ready for the afterlife
Click, clack, stop, drop, in the moonlight
Bullets flyin', bodies droppin', 'cause that fast life
'Cause that fast money, fast hoes, wrong and right
[Outro]
'Cause that fast money, fast hoes, wrong and right
Mobile Pro blowing up, up in the afterlife
Mobile Pro blowing up, up in the afterlife
Mobile Pro blowing up, up in the afterlife