Asia Meels - On Fire

I got the streets on lock
I got the streets on fire
No you not in my lane killing these hoes mike myers
No we aint talking bout swagg
You already know im flyer
Cut that bitch off my team you aint got a bag you fired

I got the streets on lock
I got the streets on fire
Bad bitch on my line
Give the brain to good she hired
No we ain't talking bout swagg
We aint talking bout drip im flyer
I got a grip on the game
Gotta grip on these niggas like pliers

My niggas be road running
When im wit my shooter dont hold nothing
I put on my ice in the heat, so lil baby i call it a cold summer
They hating like Joe Budden, They shorty be wanting my phone number
If you didn't struggle wit me how the can you ask me to hold 'sumn

All of my niggas a whole 'hunnit
These niggas be cold frontin
I do not see competition, Im winning lil shorty just gimme a whole 'hunnit
If she dont got the oils than i dont want it
Call up my shooter he come running
Bitch im a boss i be green thumbing
If it ain't bout the check it dont mean nothing

To be honest was never important
So ima ignore it
Stacking it up wit my 'fam run up them bands
I can afford it
Can't wait to be whipping a foreign, Fucking a foreign
Left 'er alone got a new bitch cause she was boring

I got hoes that buck like Tommie, Shooter run down wit the Tommie
Got a problem, want beef, come find me
We around ,we ain't scared ,we ain't hiding
'And my team like wheels they riding
Yeah i came from the mud from the bottom
Aint shit on my mind but the commas
Yeah bitch im the bomb like osama

Only fucking with them real niggas i dont fuck wit rats
How you know that he a squealing nigga 'and you fuck wit that
We be talking in them codes would of thought the phone was tapped
How you flexing but you broke, No we dont condone in that

Rocking that kappa, I dont be kappin
She like the fashion
Them niggas trapping, them niggas clapping
They want that action
Spin through 'ya block in that all black
Don't know what happened
Dont fuck with the 'opps dont talk to the cops
We don't know what happened

Stay with that gas 'gimme a blunt
Im stuffin it up
Just want the cash she getting passed don't wanna fuck
I am the goat, feeding these streets fucking it up
We dont got no picks, not giving no fucks, we came from the muck

Written by:
NyAsia Jones

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