DA FIRE Lyrics

Roll up the fire, black attire, I'm coming in

How I want they sleep on the kid, wake em up, no, I'm

Not one of them Professional look like a thug, I'm tatted up

I spit like a chip, I'm a different gun No ice on my wrist, but my drip is dumb

Quiet, move silent, yeah, that's how I roll Backseat of the burban', burnin' with the

burnin' close Dark pack, fresh pack, if it ain't sealed

I ain't touchin' those I move like I'm him, cause I know the worth

If they put a bitch on the bill, that's the only way that she go first

Slide back, we don't hear what they say like they bypass it

Was never leftovers in the Pyrex Always on point with the weight I can eye

That Real trapper , it land on the steps, pallets

No packets On the phone, direct dispatching

Hello

Get the whole load, we ain't breaking n bagging From the bloodline of the block owners

We don't do the tellin', no, we don't condone it When they get the question, we don't never

Know shit Keep a daily movement , always stay in motion

They got guns, never shoot it, them niggas just hold it

Goofy, yeah, they do it for photos Don't move like my soldiers

Roll up the fire , black attire, I'm coming' in how I want

They sleep on the kid, wake him up, no, I'm not one of them

Professional look like a thug, I'm tatted up I spit like a chip, I'm a different gun

No ice on my wrist, but my drip is dumb Quiet, move silent, yeah, that's how I roll

I keep the vibe poppin' Whatever we do, we don't talk about it

Blacked out, head to toe, red soles, yeah, you know they Boutin

Shit that I put on, it's never Occy, never Occy That bitch wanna fuck me for a new body

Tell the slide back, we don't buy that Only fuckin' with bitches that come with

they own racks and they own that Ain't fuckin' no thot, I might get some top

Then back to the streets, I send that I need a double, plus tax

They see that it's lit, try to come back, big facts

Dark over here, ain't no stars where I'm at They lift up here, so let that Banshee go back

No ceilings on this shit, I say there's no cap They in the feelings, why

They feelin' the way that we get to the back

Roll up the fire, black attire, I'm coming' in how I want

They sleep on the kid, wake him up No, I'm not one of them

Professional look like a thug, I'm tatted up I spit like a chip, I'm a different gun

No ice on my wrist, but my drip is dumb Quiet, move silent, yeah, that's how

I roll 2hunnit15 shit Quiet, move silent, yeah, that's how I roll