Fire

This that, fire!

It's your man Bambino, Sick Boi thriller

King of fly rappers, there ain't none iller

I'm into fly sneakers, colors like Gullies

So if you don't know me by now: You's a dummy

It's the Sick Boi anthem, girls take your coats off

Get the champagne, pop the cork like Sosa

Make some mimosas, get like me

Spanish girls holla say: Aye papi

Ooh la la, on the French Riviera

These other boys sandals, straight club benders

We some go-getters, you should know better

Your girl think 'bout me while she drivin' a Jetta

Used to blast Kelly Clarkson, now she a sick girl

Hot pink shirt and them lime green sneakers

Take a quick picture, put me on blast

Call the fireman, he need to come fast

I'm on fire

This that, fire!

They call me Sick Boi cause they know I'm so sick

Purple on my starter cap, yellow on my kicks

Haters talkin' shit, they think they so slick

And if you don't like my style: Eat a dick

I'm a younger Denzel, say it ain't so

I'm all puffed up like I'm made of afros

But my neck ain't froze, where's the boy's jewelery?

Don't need it nigga, clothes bright, shine beautifully

Used to sport Airs then I had to get Grind

Now I look great, now I'm top of the line

Used to go hungry when I'd buy them new shoes

Now I'm like: Mm, food!, like MF Doom

Busy makin' moves like my name was Tetris

Money in the bank, you can check my mattress

Bright like Mantis and I ain't selfish

I got the game shook like a young black Elvis

Fire

This that, fire!