On Fire ft. 696 Productions Lyrics

I am not doing no damage control

I break a bitch but I make her feel whole

What is your net do you have any goals

I'm bout to kick it right into your hole

You cannot ride me till you pay the toll

Fill me with green like a bowl

I am the stablest nigga that you'll ever meet

But I let my money get out of control

I pipe it up I'm the plumber

I need your digits I don't want your number

I could get hot in the winter

And cold in the summer

Watch how I kick it

The boy is a drummer

I make the paper brrr um buh

I work a room like a Roomba

My bitch so down that she under

I made her come before I touched her

They make it rain

And she keep that ass clapping like thunder

Who you gon' get for me

I got a bitch for 'em

And she love company her name is misery

And she bout to fuck 'em so sweetly and gently

Physically mentally

You'd rather get you a enema

I promise you don't want me as a enemy

I make my way in I'm a Major Payne and

You mother fuckers is still little league

I light it on fire

You get any closer

You getting the smoke

I light it on fire

If you need some heat

Then you know where to go

I light it on fire

I'm full of gas

And I'm getting some more

I light it on fire

I light it on

I got the moves and them shits is contagious

Some gonna catch 'em

And some gonna hate 'em

Even when drinking I'm still never faded

I am the color they paint with

And I am unplugging the matrix

Look you should show me

Where the safe is before I get dangerous

I put 'em in place

And then they start taking me places

Ooo baby

You gonna have to be sharp as a tack

You got a pussy so barter with that

Use your resources it's honor in that

She like a regular bitch when upright

But she turn into a star on her back

Call her Sha'Carri she dogging a track

If it's a dollar she all into that

She love to trap and you'll fall into that

I don't trip I stay laced up

In the freshest kicks

And when I step it get lit

Like Michael Jackson in that Billie Jean shit

And I make hits

Like NFL players on they bitch

I'm throwing blows

Till my knuckles bleed

I got a broken wrist

And can't feel my fist

I light it on fire

You get any closer

You getting the smoke

I light it on fire

If you need some heat

Then you know where to go

I light it on fire

I'm full of gas

And I'm getting some more

I light it on fire

I light it on fire