Lyrics

[Chorus] Light 'em up like a fuego This the stuff I was made for Hard life, dry playdough Get back 'fore I give you a halo Can't nobody tell me different, I'm on a mission I'm looking for Jackson, I'm looking for Benji I get it crackin' when I'm with the blicky That big .40 clap and Imma unload a 50 I be pushing that green, pushing that rock I was up in the scene and I beatbox the block I don't like to do talking I just walk the walk Open up with that draco, I'll knock off his top I be tweaking, no sleeping, I'm geeking on molly AR-15 put that beam on his body Shmoney dance when I murder, screaming "Free OG Bobby" Push up, swing your sticks, left you looking like hockey [Verse] Locked and loaded we ready like Mad Max Slidе down your block leave it red likе a tampax Hoes acting crooked like they got some bad backs Got a hitlist on his name, Imma scratch that B-I-N-G-O, at his crib we hit bingo I need me pesos, hit R.I.C.O Him, I, in we go Run through his trap and we flip for the low Imma make me some profit then make me some more Uppercase, I know he cap, he don't fold No other way, getting money all I know Told myself if I ever go broke Imma stick it up Hop out the car, he gon' spin and then pick me up Glock in his mouth, yeah, I bet he gon' give it up Stingy with money, I won't ever give it up I roll up dope to heal my pain "What's your name shorty?" she say, "Mary Jane" She say she from Cali, put her on a plane (right on) I brought her to Texas and put her on gang (right on) I be finessin and I be juggin Law's asking questions like "What is you cooking?" Beat up the pot, uppercut then I'm cooking Lonely nights with no food When I saw it I took it [Chorus] Light 'em up like a fuego This the stuff I was made for Hard life, dry playdough Get back 'fore I give you a halo Can't nobody tell me different, I'm on a mission I'm looking for Jackson, I'm looking for Benji I get it crackin' when I'm with the blicky That big .40 clap and Imma unload a 50 I be pushing that green, pushing that rock I was up in the scene and I beatbox the block I don't like to do talking I just walk the walk Up it up with that draco, I'll knock off his top I be tweaking, no sleeping, I'm geeking on molly AR-15 put that beam on his body Shmoney dance when I murder, screaming "Free OG Bobby" Push up, swing your sticks, left you looking like hockey [Outro] Blocka, blocka, blocka, block, brr