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On Fire
110
Hip-Hop/Rap
On Fire was released on July 31, 2023 by Rubberband Money Gang, LLC as a part of the album On Fire - Single
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Release DateJuly 31, 2023
LabelRubberband Money Gang, LLC
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM77

Credits

COMPOSITION & LYRICS
John Luttrell
John Luttrell
Songwriter

Lyrics

Fight or get go get your gun them yo only options (them the only options you got bitch)
Let my opps know how I'm rocking **** (they know how I'm rocking right now)
You better duck bitch
I don't need a pill, I still a pop him like a pill or something.
Little bra he Ill as fuck, he need a vaccine he sick or something
He ain't been in the field for a long time so how he blocking something
Pop a pill it help me with my conscious, help my confidence
I feel like Popeyes when I spark my weed, make me cocky again
My drum hold a fifty I stuff sixty he couldn't box me in
His stupid ass think he a boxer, 5'5 won't box again
Pop his stupid ass like he a fentanyl, Perc thirty
Perc, perc, how you come to the party and forgot the Percy
They all put they trust in Blaze cause they know Blaze Worthy
Say he gone blow me up when ever he see me, but ima bomb already
I'm to high far away from earth somewhere he can't go
Rah' Rah' different color bullets shooting this ain't no rainbow
Little bra he anxious to slide, ripped the tags right off his Durango
Ray Bans on feel like Ray Charles I don't see nobody
**** trying to be funny, how ima be scared of him but he ain't got no bodies
Still blinded from the last body, I ain't see nobody
Stop playing for Bandz be on yo ass like his back pockets
I can see the signs Jxhn Jxhn gave me, he trying to ride on them
He mad as fuck they put him in that shit and they was lying on him
Ah-Choo, go wipe his nose, we gone get that pussy boy some Kleenex
My opps stupid as hell, he like a student I should be his teacher
Aye, I always keep a Glock right on my hip, beep beep like beeper
Call my opps Justin, beep, now that boy got him a fever
I don't need a pill, I still a pop him like a pill or something.
Little bra he Ill as fuck, he need a vaccine he sick or something
He ain't been in the field for a long time so how he blocking something
Pop a pill it help me with my conscious, help my confidence
I feel like Popeyes when I spark my weed, make me cocky again
My drum hold a fifty I stuff sixty he couldn't box me in
His stupid ass think he a boxer, 5'5 won't box again
Pop his stupid ass like he a fentanyl, Perc thirty
Written by: John Luttrell
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