Fire

We set the streets on fire, fire, fire, fire, fire, fire, fire

We set the streets on fire, fire, fire, fire, fire, fire, fire

We light this bitch up, then burn this bitch down

We turn this bitch up, but don’t turn your bitch down

Fuck 911 man, ain’t a fire man, they can’t put me out, so don’t try

I’ma lit imagine that block or booth, so that’s why

We set the streets on

I’m like bitch, I got this motherfucker burnin

When I teach em how to smoke on that

That shit is higher learning

I’m like bitch, you see me whippin something german

When they tried to detour us, that’s when we got all determined

And I can’t loose so you can’t win

Cash crew on that back end

I got expresses now, I don’t got friends

Everybody hand out and they askin

Where the chips is, they wanna get rich

I keep close friends at a distance

Thick broads and my missed calls

So my missed calls is your wishlist

Don’t hit y’all to do bizness

But I’ma get dollars there, did a lot of dirt to get outta there

When that check cleared, then my conscience cleared

Huh, what the fuck is guilt when you killing shit

When you stand out with your hand out, we’re not feeling it

We set the streets on fire, fire, fire, fire, fire, fire, fire

We set the streets on fire, fire, fire, fire, fire, fire, fire

We light this bitch up, then burn this bitch down

We turn this bitch up, but don’t turn your bitch down

Fuck 911 man, ain’t a fire man, they can’t put me out, so don’t try

I’ma lit imagine that block or booth, so that’s why

We set the streets on

Fire though a drew barrino

I’m a lit match on that gasoline

I’m burning kush it’s a forest fire

My cup dubbed but I’m passin lean

Rose and volts when I’m parking it

On any beat, I’m an arsinist,

Fantastic 3 with just minus 1,

Where the fire hoes I’m torching it

Real nigga, fortunate, on any block, I’m the hottest nigga

Check my tip, I just ran a fever,

That’s 104, I’m the hottest nigga

Your hoe korean my wallet nigga

You rap about it, I got it nigga

Graduated, didn’t walked a stage

Get a money degree, no college nigga

In a 2 seater, with 2 reader,

Silence of the lambs, they to eat us

My dick and balls, one married, one engaged

hat’s 2 cheetas

One beat, 3 creatures

Emilio dough and that 2k

Fucking up the game

My weed broke but hard on hard...

We set the streets on fire, fire, fire, fire, fire, fire, fire

We set the streets on fire, fire, fire, fire, fire, fire, fire

We light this bitch up, then burn this bitch down

We turn this bitch up, but don’t turn your bitch down

Fuck 911 man, ain’t a fire man, they can’t put me out, so don’t try

I’ma lit imagine that block or booth, so that’s why

We set the streets on fire

Burn the beat like I be burning bloods

It’s time to turn it up, when they drop the track

I only heard it once and said serve me lunch

And if you didn’t know, it’s doughbeezy bitch

I never miss a show, I’m on the season 6

I dropped the mixtape... this a global grind

And ain’t no time for me to slow it down

I just beat it up, and then heat it up

So tell the fire man he gonn be the truck

You got a problem with me, come and see what’s up

I serve niggas daily no pizza hut

Ball hard and don’t stack cash

I got credit cards get your visas up

Credit a 1 no steak sauce

Got a big crib with a lake house

And a private room I take groupies to

After every show, I fuck her face off

It’s a town, you ain’t heard nigga we herb twist

And big syrup sippers,

Every verse that I spit need a warning sticker

I drop in the booth and straight burn nigga

We set the streets on fire, fire, fire, fire, fire, fire, fire

We set the streets on fire, fire, fire, fire, fire, fire, fire

We light this bitch up, then burn this bitch down

We turn this bitch up, but don’t turn your bitch down

Fuck 911 man, ain’t a fire man, they can’t put me out, so don’t try

I’ma lit imagine that block or booth, so that’s why

We set the streets on fire.