Fire fire fire fire fire fire fire fire (hannnn)

Hang wit us

Den post a dis

Don't tell me

Dat what **** on

I been in that cell ain't tryna hear you, say you felt alone

Glizzy how you get them phones? My dawg he an expert bro

I be smokin' extra strong, the El Chop from Mexico

Feds keep on tappin' phones, heard they tryna catch the low

Rilla if you really throw it back, I'ma catch it glo

Told em that I hit his girl, he think I'm meant domestic though

Then I said I knocked her down, but he ain't get the message though

Headhunters riding' round, we don't never see a ****

We put **** out of bounds if he ain't dead he in the bleachers

How you get caught with the wow and it's a misdemeanor

The moneymaker need a towel, you thought she was a creamer

How you staying out the way, but you ain't gettin' pape

Mention key again, bro, make a call and get his brother shanked

This not what you want behind that money, you ain't nothin' saint

I'll take a ****'s stash, and use his brother bank

You would've thought this was my stash, this some extra pape

If All my opps ain't catch no headshots, they got a knuckle face

Bro hoopin' &, we shootin', this a rucker place

Shawty seen a bitch text my phone, I ain't fuck her, bae

We got fires za, yeah, they took my big, bro, we got fire, bombs

Bro dressed inna suit like he Farrakhan

I never trade my heat, I am not LeBron

Never let a **** rob me, I am not karauhn

Hannn, A I cock the K lic like , hold up, I think that's ed

Fuck it, let that **** play, he would've been a dead man

Sit a **** in a wheelchair, leave him sand, man

I hit every block around that bitch, that's a grand slam

Call lul tron the wizard , he gon' wiz, he gon' wham, bam

I was like 16, I had a ball of that tan tan

I was like 16, tryna put a **** on a T

You stuck on the corner, ****, I was in the street

I drawed down, go ask Lil' Lic, let off 11 high speed

Head tap two, he missed three, but three dead, go find him

Free the band, man, he get a bitch gone, he blind em

I had fucked up, I turned the all gray, to whitey

And I'm still posted up with the chicken like I'm Lees

Lil' Bro from jabbing punchin', say, he fuck with chicken p

The opps, boke, they be fighting with the chicken

Call him Pete on the block, smoking on some good mimosa, it ain't pink

Fire, fire, fire, fire, fire, fire, fire, fire, (all za) fire,(all za) fire,(all pop) fire,(hann) fire

Cheap ass ****, no sme this way

YRT, I'm here with my YRT, but y'all know what we got going on, man

Yeah, huh Big Za fire