Gas Station lyrics

[Verse 1]
Bully in the street, I push the gas, like b*tch, get off of me
Look in my eyes, just tell the truth, I know you wanted me
Wrist be swift as sh*t, I carry stick, just Harry Potter me
Dropped my second song and ever since, it's been like lotto me
Cookout with mosquitos, when I eat, they wanna bother me
I know talk is cheap, so if he got it, then he thought of me
Green all on my plate, I'm eatin' good, it's givin' broccoli
And b*tch, if you not first, well, then you second, but don't start with me

[Chorus]
Restroom, gas station, stallin'
Phone beepin', hol' up, money callin'
On the weekend, kill the pus*y, coffin
Don't feel like shootin', real n*ggas boxin'
Restroom, gas station, stallin'
Phone beepin', hol' up, money callin'
On the weekend, kill the pus*y, coffin
Don't feel like shootin', real n*ggas boxin'

[Verse 2]
Won't give you my number, you can follow me
Hangin' with the stars, I'm in the sky, it be astrology
b*tches copy me, they be like daughter, wanna father me
And if you wanna fight me, mean it's cool, but don't you start a scene
n*gga think he mine, I'm in the shower singin' Billy Jean
Pulled up on n*gga, he like, "Damn, you is a pretty thing'
Shut up, n*gga, I'ma f*ck you good, then l'ma pop a bean
Funny n*gga, he knew that my love was gonna cost some things
Play the violin, the way I move, you know I'm pullin' strings
Daughter point at this, she point at that, she gettin' everythin'
Ice my finger up, no fiancé, it feel like weddin' ring
And I don't trust no n*gga, I get money, what you want from me?
[Chorus]
Restroom, gas station, stallin'
Phone beepin', hol' up, money callin'
On the weekend, kill the pus*y, coffin
Don't feel like shootin', real n*ggas boxin'
Restroom, gas station, stallin'
Phone beepin', hol' up, money callin'
On the weekend, kill the pus*y, coffin
Don't feel like shootin', real n*ggas boxin'