Fire!
Can dive and vibe
You can’t play with fire
And act like you gon be damn fine(on god)
You can dive and vibe,(skr skr skrr)
Don’t lie on your f#cking life
I saw my n#gg# tryna eat all and act so fly,(he dead)
Clean his mouth,then come back and finally cry.(shh)
I been in the streets for a whole long time,n#gg# really creeped.(huh)
You say you know whats good,why you always getting beamed
Imma pull up in a verte n#gg# caught up in hot beefs
Big dawg died in the streets,(yeah)
R.i.p vegas,till we meet.(vegas)
When you real they all wanna cut you off like slick(ching ching)
Life ain’t easy or hard like how you really think.(ow)
I been down for a f#cking long time,lemme f#cking strеak
Least expected closе friends to leave,everybody dipped.(jefe)
Now i hop in diors and hop out of em benz(uh)
n#gg# had to go low for 2 years
Now finally here
Lost way back then,(huh)
Now high as f#ck.(huh)
Now up as f#ck.(huh)
Not getting really done.(huh)
Dabbing with em vvs,big boy blinky diamonds.(cuban links)
At coachella where i dream of doing big boy shows
Ain’t giving up,never gon do
It’s just us now and it’s now or never
In my life i don’t f#ck with no liar
I am a fighter and also a riot
I never needed to hustle to get it
If you were an open book i prolly read it
n#gg#s be checking my moves
I know some n#gg#s that wanted me dead
I still f#ck with all my old my old g n#gg#s
I’m bringing some heat to the booth,yeah instead
Calvin klein on my waist and my chain
If you don’t f#ck with me i ain’t f#cking with you
Only if you feel me and paying my bill
I ain’t trust any of these n#gg#s
I need some weed boy to give me some cigar
I need a bad boy to make me more badder
I got hate n#gg#s twitching they eyes
I see dem n#gg#s they try to turn off my light
(uhh) rogers rogers automobile
p#ss# in the kitchen the bakery is pop
Blues and rhythm make me rock
b#tches be mad i’m making some money
Rich and dab on these b#tches i get hits
Fake beefs makes me more cheque
Swipe in the coochie like a lock screen
f#ck corona addyrich flying
Big jump off my coupe,is money
All these n#gg#s wanna stop me, (money)
Big dog got the power (money )
Drop lil n#gg# wanna top me (funny)
I’m own brand of my self (louis)
Vuitton ,prada of my sh#t (money)
Abs and chest real poppy (body)
50 racks on my sh#t is (bloody)
You can’t play with fire
And act like you gon be damn fine
You can dive and vibe
Don’t lie on your f#cking life
I saw my n#gg# tryna eat all and act so fly,(dead)
Clean his mouth then come back and finally cry
I been in the streets for a whole long time,n#gg# really creeped.(uh)
You say you know whats good,why you always getting beamed
Imma pull up in a verte n#gg# caught up in hot beefs
Big dawg died in the streets
R.i.p vegas,till we meet
When you real they all wanna cut you off like slick(ching ching)
Life ain’t easy or hard like how you really think
I been down for a f#cking long time,lemme f#cking streak
Least expected close friends to leave,everybody dipped.(jefe)
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