On Fire

Lyrics

[Intro] Ouu Drip, splash Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah TSF Mexico, Mexico, Mexico Peso Peso, Peso Peso (Oh my beats on fire) [Verse] My hitta sticked up, slidin around in a black Benz In the trap house gettin packs in I got shooters on the roof with MAC-10s I just left the doctor and he told me that I have money all on my CAT scan You're goddamn right I get a lot of racks in Nigga play with my money, them hittas gon hop out the black Benz Whipped out with that carbon like "Who wanna play it" I just want money, I don't want sex I slide with a Glock and I creep with a TEC Hundred thousand on me while I sleep on a jet Came from the bottom, I sleep with a chop Nigga don't come correct, then, it's gon be a problem I seen an opp in the hood, shot him I ball like the Celtics, I might move to Boston I'm drippin in Fendi, these niggas are friendly I'm shootin the K 'til the clip is empty Can't trust nobody, these niggas thievin If I feel like you playin, put two in your fitted Every city that I go to, I need real Percs and drank [?] I'm so high, I'm so fly, me and Guan recording in the air Got a hundred thousand in the Louis bag If he get too close, I'ma shoot his ass I got it out the mud, now, I'm rich, so, I can't let nobody ruin that Wasn't shit given to me, I had to earn it I'm strapped up, I am not trynna touch 'em I got twin Glocks, I don't need no mercy I ball on niggas like I'm Russell I just sold a brick in the back of the bag These niggas more pussy than Cat in the Hat In the trap, sellin work with a strap in my lap Try to reach for my chain, I put two in your cap They think that I'm Christian, I scoot up and bless them Balenciaga drippin, these are not Sketchers I'm cookin up work in the kitchen, just like a chemist, nigga, just call me a professional Lotta hoes on my phone, nigga, I got several Kicked the bitch out the spot 'cause she dry like a desert Outside on your block with Glocks and Chops and the car tailing me got TEC's and Berettas Run up a sack don't stop Nigga, I ain't post no clock, come shop, we here You can eat my dick if you niggas jealous In the Maserati and I'm ridin' careless I got a shooter and he gonna shoot I can't fuck with these niggas, these niggas losers I just hit a little foreign bitch, she from Cuba Fuck a eight, I need a cougar Lil bitch thought she had to pay me no money, lil hoe you got that misconstrued I'm in the club with my FN and my best friend, don't make me lose it [Outro] Drip, drip, splash Peso Peso, Peso Peso Yeah, yeah, yeah Oh my beats on fire Drip