LIL REMY Lyrics

Fuego AF

Yuh, keep talkin' that shit (talkin' that shit)

Demonic on the court, the sweat they moppin' up quick

They said I lacked the fundamentals, now I'm dental on the swish

Inconsequential's how I've lived, but now the karma's gettin' rich (ooh)

This the rise of Lil Remy

Everybody gettin' cooked (ooh)

If my rhymes were worth a penny

For my thoughts, I'm gettin' booked

They used to play me for a joke

Now every line has got 'em hooked

Look, we sink it on the net like Chef Steph, respect the vet

Rook-rookie of the year, I know I ain't there yet

All my vices interfere, I cope with pain on stair sets

This a Jordan Year, leave it on the court, I sprint toward my fears

Suicide attack, I spread my wings and let 'em flap

My ego dead, ain't coming back

Like Vito said, what is a man without his family and friends

I make no threats, but I confess I see no end to all this stress

The violence has got me hexed

They playin' violins and sirens, environments in dire straits

On every street I find your face, on every beat I slide to bass

Ah, ayy, sh-shawty make it splash

I love your stretch marks, get em tatted on dat ass

Bad (oh baby)

You a baddie