DA FIRE

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