I, I ain't even turn yet so I'ma burn up

I brought the members together I rooted this shit like a muthafuckin' turnip

I, I don't even fuck with the pills for real but I dip it oppwood into my syrup

On fire, On fire, You fuck around burn up

It's still free my nana she sold undercover

This a franck muller, I don't rock no cartier

X roll yo brother, Now carter in the air

Diamonds dancing at the fair

Opps see me don't blink or stare

Xylas be my son you better watch yo daughter bitch beware

Wake up potna beat your dick off rip Y'all gay talkin' bout no diddy

All black dickies suit get jiggy

I'm from where you walk outside it's bitches out there shakin' titties

Ktwo he know how to slide, He bend the curb like Bobby Rickey

Get some pape gon' realize Some your partners wanna do you like Biggie

He tried to run, he ain't sonic the last thing he seen was a motherfuckin' shadow

I'm psycho, Tony Montana K2, Tony Soprano

Take something off me, be damned, On the floor

On the news, In the air with your big bro

Knew he died before he died, I was there front row

Oppawood roll ya mans in class back row

I, I ain't even turn yet so I'ma burn up

I brought the members together I rooted this shit like a muthafucking turnip

I, I don't even fuck with the pills for real but I dip it oppwood into my syrup

On fire, On fire, You fuck around burn up

It's still free my nana she sold undercover

I'm On Fire

I got some shit in the vault with the opps it won't drop till a muthafucka' fallout

At the fair with the members smoke dead in the trash panda dugout

Got hit with a .300, black out

Caught em at Mc' D's took him off his feet, like yo momma yo ass got put down

Got a arsenal just with the sticks from the opps

@xikkwan on the gram for a discount

Put ice on my teeth like a bitch done drowned

Want a front of the WOK, got em sippin Tris now

Got a stick with a .30 it'll get you dicked down

Put tit's on a chop say duck, get down

What they say, Don't fuck round gon' find out

I'll crash anyday drop lo' pop out

I rock out, some like the Beatles

And my gas be strong like Popeye

Glock hot & Ready little Caesars

I, I love my chicken Pa' Popeye

Leave the scat runnin' my dawg outside

Eight gram in the wood I'm fried

I ain't think I could get this high

My brother turnt opp got 'em shot eight times

Pack-A-Punch Arp how the fuck he survive

I, I ain't even turn yet so I'ma burn up

I brought the members together I rooted this shit like a muthafucking turnip

I, I don't even fuck with the pills for real but I dip it oppwood into my syrup

On fire, on fire, you fuck around burn up

It's still free my nana she sold undercover

Finna blow up the block I don't think he can die

Son in the womb and he richer than y'all ain't fucking with Xy

Yaro turnt off a X looking asian but naw I ain't rolling with kai

And I fucking shit raw c'mere bitch tell me sum, is you on fire?

Bullets go through opposite, got their body on fire

Spark a dead opp, it's a pussy on fire

Fed lurk the trap, flame him up, set a fire

Fire in the booth dragon spit like I'm fire

On fire

Fire in the booth dragon spit like I'm fire

On fire, On fire, On fire, On fire