Fuego

Ok I walk in fresher than a mug Just a lil smug, wipe the pressure with a shrug Baby I walk in lookin like a dub He lookin like a scrub, he ain't welcome in the club Cause when I come through feelin like dollars Got a lil gualla so now they wan' holla Homie I doubt you really want problems Come in my column, top to the bottom I got em Ok I walk in lookin like a dollar bill Steady catchin big hits cause I'm out the field Huh, Heard that I was trippin & I gotta chill Huh huh, Oh they mad, huh, tell me how you feel I go Soulja on the motor watch I crank the throttle Claim he got the juice but how cause I just drank the bottle Shorty got a stupid booty walkin with a waddle But my girl look like a plus size model Okay, now we talkin facts I get paid a rack just to keep that shit a stack Paper coming through my phone, line beeping like a fax Only cut I'm giving up is when I pay my taxes Ok I walk in fresher than a mug Just a lil smug, wipe the pressure with a shrug Baby I walk in lookin like a dub He lookin like a scrub, he ain't welcome in the club Cause when I come through feelin like dollars Got a lil gualla so now they wan' holla Homie I doubt you really want problems Come in my column, top to the bottom I got em I've been outchere making money moves Wildin' outchere, ain't got nothing to prove Say I'm bummy Oooh you you's a funny dude What is sad is just look at what that money do All a sudden you forgot when me and you was people When I text your phone and treated you like we was equal I always thought you was bologna But I treated you like a homie Now you want some more bologna But Fuck it I'm a reptile so cold blooded Beats so clean but the flows so dudded The bros don't love it And the Hoes throat cut it Shelem Steve Austin I'm stone cold budded Ok I walk in fresher than a mug Just a lil smug, wipe the pressure with a shrug Baby I walk in lookin like a dub He lookin like a scrub, he ain't welcome in the club Cause when I come through feelin like dollars Got a lil gualla so now they wan' holla Homie I doubt you really want problems Come in my column, top to the bottom I got em I stopped writing lyrics down cause I'm type nice I'm like lightning with the hits, never strike twice The same way, hate when people say "can I slide In the stu a little" cause the thing is, I don't like mice I go Mike Tyson on the beat & it's absurd Buncha M. Bison come & kick it with The Herd In the Street Fighting for a chance to spit the word Ya heard, I been undeterred, but these days it feel like Waking up first on December 25th Cause the waiting is the worst knowin you got plenty gifts And they sleeping, why are they still sleeping Mama I can't wait no longer she said boy be patient I believe in ya Walk in fresher than a mug Just a lil smug, wipe the pressure with a shrug Baby I walk in lookin like a dub He lookin like a scrub, he ain't welcome in the club Cause when I come through feelin like dollars Got a lil gualla so now they wan' holla Homie I doubt you really want problems Come in my column, top to the bottom I don't know what you heard about me But my unit keep it G and I'm P.I.M.P Since 2003 I been plotting on the lead Bought a jacket & some skis like "this finna be a breeze" Set a couple traps up in 2017 And this year they finna snap on a bushel of the green Catch me on the scene doin shit they couldn't dream of This is a disaster, they waitin on FEMA Me & my niggas finna team up And give it to the world til it scream what Brand new scope with a beam, ugh In a UFO I'm finna beam up I don't give a fuck if he seem tough Better get a mop, they gon put me in a crop Imma make it to the top when cream ya Getting that paper but the ream, yeah Ok I walk in fresher than a mug Just a lil smug, wipe the pressure with a shrug Baby I walk in lookin like a dub He lookin like a scrub, he ain't welcome in the club Cause when I come through feelin like dollars Got a lil gualla so now they wan' holla Homie I doubt you really want problems Come in my column, top to the bottom I got em