ONFIRE ft. Senior Kennedy Lyrics

Kennedy will hit it up

My pants been on fire cuz my ass done been a liar

I done told them this and that but the fact is I said this prior

If they go listen to "Waiter", they know this shit not satire

By the way if you not with us, we smoke you up and burn you like a tire

This shit we apart of, you pull up your best attire

We done made it here cuz we ain't ever complain through the fire

I ain't Kanye but I done stared at death right down through the wire

But I been down for a minute, each minute I'm getting flyer

Bro done brought his chop, I ain't talkin' about Franklin's rottweiler

And the other brought a sub in the whip, need no amplifiers

We not FBI but pull up blacked out suburbans like we gone meet the buyers

And your girl with me ain't tell you, call her pretty little liar

huh, okay,

I done brought the juice to Denver, Bronco look like OJ

Around this side town, you better watch out for what you say

Cuz if you don't, my dawgs out the kennel, they play and make you lay

You ain't worth my time cuz you ain't got the answers sway

You ain't got the answers man

You ain't got the answers(Kanye)

You ain't got the answers

You ain't got the answers sway(Kanye)

I been doin this more than you

I been doin this for a minute, started to spot the fake

I been counting on Ben to show up, I'm jamin out the safe

I been on my shit, and I'm winnin, might take her out today

I'm on my gentleman shit, she won't see the tab cuz imma pay but

My pants been on fire cuz my ass done been a liar

I done told them this and that but the fact is I said this prior

If they go listen to waiter, they know this shit not satire

By the way if you not with us, we smoke you up and burn you like a tire

This shit we apart of, you pull up your best attire

We done made it here cuz we ain't ever complain through the fire

I ain't Kanye but I done stared at death right down through the wire

But I been down for a minute, each minute I'm getting flyer

Bro done brought his chop, I ain't talkin' about Franklin's rottweiler

And the other brought a sub in the whip, need no amplifiers

We not FBI but pull up blacked out suburbans like we gone meet the buyers

And your girl with me ain't tell you, call her pretty little liar