K.I & Vito - fresh out the fire

Fresh up out the fire my heart lined with iron
I fire my iron when ever I desire the pleasures of a rider taking measures that are dyer
You better have us sized up cause our measurements are giant
Desperate as a designated driver to arrive home safely with all of my soul survivors

I took little break but I'm right back in it
Live in the booth no pad no pen in
He ain't gotta write these raps he live it
Nigga this ain't no rap this tennis

I ain't got the time to be absent I'm in it
I'm trying to run it up and get a stack per sentence
I'm trying to see how to smash the foreign like a hemi
Ellington duke no way I'm hemming

Took a minute just to get it
Once I got lost my wallet
Popping someone elses xanny
That was way before the oxys

Pop like two to three six xannys now need molly I need molly
Tho you got it what's the profit damn I think I lost my wallet
Damn I think this Vito wallet

Yeah that's mine
Nigga talking money imma need mine faster
Read a closed book imma end that chapter
On hardwood but I'm thinking alpaca
American gangster ain't no actor
Put the coke down and take off the glass
Your suit too loud you don't hear them laughing
What you wanna be like Nikki and them

I pull the thirty get to squeezing in here

I get to do it they ain't leavin from here
I go and get it like I need it in here

Heater On me like it's freezing in here

We'll whip a nigga nose like we sneezing here
And we just sticking to the code we the g's yo in here
Ball so hard we in need of a gym
And we done passed your bitch around fucked her knees up again
Vito please roll some weed up again

Grabbing big kush buds in masons
Looking like I'm grabbing pickles
Need to teach the slut some patience
She keep grabbing on my pickle
Ugh so I let her bruh
Hit her with the racket like Federer

A who the fuck I'd that a never mind that this beat long as fuck I declare us done

Written by:
kendrek McDaniel, londan Murphy

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