On Fire

Lyrics
[Verse 1] Yo, yo, hm, yo, uh, yo, yo, uh I'm like Mike in the 4th 'bout to show them how to really ball Shoot him in his face just to kill 'em off I told my young boy go and kill 'em all And don't leave a witness, get rid of 'em all Son didn't have to disrespect, I don't feel him at all I'm prolly fuckin' his bitch or hittin' the mall At the studio with a bitch, a bitch and a broad I'm the one that make the rules, I do what I want You know I stay with the tools so play if you want I bet you get on your knees and lay in the trunk Please don't make no sudden moves, just lay in the cut Pussy nigga, you food, we waited enough I could tell you a tale, you sayin' enough Where the rеst of the bread 'cause this ain't еnough I already cut off your finger, you ain't bled enough? You gon' gamble your life, you ain't bet enough? I'mma set you on fire 'cause you red enough [Verse 2] Yo, hm, yo, yo, uh, yo, uh, yo Tell me how it is rich without a deal, uh Quarantinin', gettin' money still Most of these niggas dead broke and they bummy still We ain't on the same wave You talkin' money then we on the same page With me you gettin' what you paid for the same day You probably see me with a machine, my main thing I'm at Minogue with your bitch poppin' champagne Smokin' champagne You talkin' money then we on the same wave I'mma make you mad, I'mma spin it in your face, uh Pick up the 40, spit it in your face (Pah, doo doo doo) Them niggas empty a few shots but they ain't penetrate Run up in his crib, leave him in a real estate You ever play big bank take little bank? Uh, yo, I'm onto bigger things gettin' bigger cake
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Credits
- Writers
- ElCamino
- Camoflauge Monk