[Chorus: Skepta]
I told her to gas me up, I need the gasoline
I’m tryna slide it in, just like a cash machine
I’ll make a milly on this phone with a cracked screen
Girl don’t beat around the bush, this ain’t what you mean
I told her to gas me up, I need the gasoline
I’m tryna slide it in, just like a cash machine
I’ll make a milly on this phone with a cracked screen
Girl don’t beat around the bush, this ain’t what you mean