Fire Rage

Lyrics

[Intro: Trippie Redd] (Yeah) Yeah, yeah Geeked (Yeah) [Chorus: Trippie Redd] Designer my clothes, ha, designer my hoes, yeah She throw up the fire 'cause shawty a animal You know I'm like the Hannibal, go wherever I plan to go Really she wanna be mine, movin' quick, but not on my dime 'Bout to go out of town for the week And I'm ridin' around with a freak 'Bout to turn up a five-star suite And we roll up the pound, geeked Wake up, right now, geeked Turnt up right now, geeked Went missin', was found, geeked Fucked up right now, I'm geeked Baby, I feel like Saddam, ha, blowin' shit up like thе bomb, ha Blood on my goddamn face, huh, tat's on my neck and my arms Hop in that 'Rari and race, huh, mama donе raised a star I never cared what they say, big bag don't go down [Post-Chorus: Lil Wayne] Fuck out here, y'all bitch niggas What the fuck up with y'all bitch niggas? What the fuck wrong with y'all bitch niggas? I don't play with my own bitch, nigga I make a statement on my own, bitch nigga I smoke a J and I Chong, bitch niggas I point it straight at your dome, bitch nigga I let it spray like cologne, bitch nigga I take y'all out like a loan, bitch nigga Why you outside alone, bitch nigga? At the top of my lawn, bitch nigga Lookin' down like a drone, bitch nigga See bands, get bands, these bands, them bands Got so much cash, I need spin class I'm a boss, all I fall on is quicksand Life threw a curveball, I'm a hit man Got skulls on my wall, I'm sick, man I take all of y'all alone like Ip Man She gon' ride my face, she gon' ride my dick, man Twin'll ride me like a twin span, woah Drippin' so hard like swim class, woah Niggas ain't large, they SlimFast, woah Niggas ain't hard like tic-tac-toe, woah Fuck her from the back, give her whiplash, woah [Verse: Lil Wayne] House on the hill, I'm a hillbilly Beatin' that boy, call me Lil' Billy Cup big as Smalls on 'til I hear Diddy I'ma Pop Smoke a nigga like a real skillet If she drop dead gorgeous, I'll still kill it Yeah, drip so hard, and I'm still spillin' Truth hurts, yeah, these niggas still healin', yeah Pimpin' ain't dead long as I'm livin' (Ooh) Bitch give me head like an aneurysm (Ooh) Get money, do the math like algorithm (Ooh) Fuckin' on a bitch cat, that's a cataclysm (Ooh) And the trunk got the gas, got the ammunition (Ooh) Nigga pockets on fat, no malnutrition (Ooh) Niggas standing in the ass like a crack addiction (Ooh) Nigga blowin' money fast like air condition, hoo I'm in here givin' out vodka shots I got a chopper, but we call it 'Bacca 'Cause I swear that bitch'll go fah-fah-fah I got a house on a beach, I'm a beach bum Brown sand, blue with a white boat Red dot, black gun, white smoke Standin' ten toes down, make 'em tightrope [Chorus: Trippie Redd] Designer my clothes, ha, designer my hoes, yeah She throw up the fire 'cause shawty a animal You know I'm like the Hannibal, go wherever I plan to go Really she wanna be mine, movin' quick, but not on my dime 'Bout to go out of town for the week And I'm ridin' around with a freak 'Bout to turn up a five-star suite And we roll up the pound, geeked Wake up, right now, geeked Turnt up right now, geeked Went missin', was found, geeked Fucked up right now, I'm geeked Baby, I feel like Saddam, ha, blowin' shit up like the bomb, ha Blood on my goddamn face, huh, tat's on my neck and my arms Hop in that 'Rari and race, huh, mama done raised a star I never cared what they say, big bag don't go down [Post-Chorus: Lil Wayne] Fuck out here, y'all bitch niggas What the fuck up with y'all bitch niggas? What the fuck wrong with y'all bitch niggas? I don't play with my own bitch, nigga I make a statement on my own, bitch nigga I smoke a J and I Chong, bitch niggas I point it straight at your dome, bitch nigga I let it spray like cologne, bitch nigga I take y'all out like a loan, bitch nigga Why you outside alone, bitch nigga? At the top of my lawn, bitch nigga Lookin' down like a drone, bitch nigga See bands, get bands, these bands, them bands Got so much cash, I need spin class I'm a boss, all I fall on is quicksand Life threw a curveball, I'm a hit man Got skulls on my wall, I'm sick, man I take all of y'all alone like Ip Man She gon' ride my face, she gon' ride my dick, man Twin'll ride me like a twin span, woah Drippin' so hard like swim class, woah Niggas ain't large, they SlimFast, woah Niggas ain't hard like tic-tac-toe, woah Fuck her from the back, give her whiplash, woah [Outro: Lil Wayne] Niggas ain't hard like tic-tac-toe, woah Fuck her from the back, give her whiplash, woah