Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy Fire in my eyes, fire on the slice Talkin' shit my 9-to-5, I spit fire all the time Streets said I'm heat, I'm a real fire sign I be, I be, I be, ayy, ayy (BangThatShit)
Fire in my eyes, fire on the slice Talkin' shit my 9-to-5, I spit fire all the time Streets said I'm heat, I'm a real fire sign I be walkin' on these beats and walkin' out these niggas' lives I got that dope boy open with some scammers on the side Thuggin' for the moment, boy, I ain't your ride or die Said I did you wrong, you ain't never lied How my pretty ass make the toughest niggas cry? Ayy
Keep slidin', stop slidin', I ain't listen [?][0:43] feelin' lifted I ain't really have to pick the life that I chose, but I picked it I saw this money was in the description Bitch can't come to me as a woman 'cause I'm knowin' his intentions Ho, checkin' ain't cheatin' if you pimpin', girl's trippin' Probably 'cause her man stay in my mentions But he broke so he won't get my attention, girl, listen Bag heavy, keep the extras, that shit petty Do not call my phone if you ain't money-ready Only can respond tellin' you how much to send me I'll tax five bands for a feature if you let me I be snappin', but I ain't rappin' for fun I took fifty, you took ten, we ain't have the same run Niggas fakin' like they gangsta, Tasha, come and get your son Just a soft-ass nigga in the hood with a gun I be trappin' in the sun, crackin' cars when I'm done Movin' bows, workin' dumps, still under twenty-one I don't let 'em see the L's, y'all gon' know when I won Name a bitch in this bag, I can't even think of none Hunnid bands, it don't take long to make it Whole hood fuckin' with this bag that I'm shakin' Coldest in the city, I can't fake it Fuck the ones before me and the one that be replacements Claim the package when you fuck with me, nothin' basic Bitches could be showin' love for free but they hatin' Y'all put money over loyalty, that shit crazy Never trade my babies, I ain't pressed to be famous Got more bands than Mercedez
Fire in my eyes, fire on the slice Talkin' shit my 9-to-5, I spit fire all the time Streets said I'm heat, I'm a real fire sign I be walkin' on these beats and walkin' out these niggas' lives I got that dope boy open with some scammers on the side Thuggin' for the moment, boy, I ain't your ride or die Said I did you wrong, you ain't never lied How my pretty ass make the toughest niggas cry?Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
