Tay Y.U.N.G., Brazy Brandon and 2CraZ - Fire
Paco Jesus
We got that fire
Feds tappin all the calls he got a wire
You put ya right hand on the Bible you is a liar
OBM gang up on the scene you better not try us
You see the traffic coming back to back cause
We got that fire
Feds tappin all the calls he got a wire
You put ya right hand on the Bible you is a liar
OBM gang up on the scene you better not try us
You see the traffic coming back to back cause
We got that fire
You smoke gas or 50
We got it all really
I'm going red trippy
Smokin' too much like everything iffy
Saw you moving funny partin' ways with ya
Yeah I caught you slippin' you ain't a thang to me
Product too good it was made different
Come and shop with me you gotta pay digits
She said I hate it here it ain't the same is it
I already told y'all I had to do it
Chase a bag secure the bag
Then spending all that you had
You are so foolish
Who calling me back to back I don't know the number
cnswer the phone and be like this who dis
Fans fiening for a song sorry for the wait
That's how you know a nigga been boomin'
OBM takin over
There ain't no room for you rappers y'all gotta move it
Win after win feeling like 23 in his prime
This is my time
Ya girl came with me said she don't like you
I'm sorry bruh she in for the night
Money comin left and right
Lookin at the numbers and they jumped jumped overnight
When you do the right thing they'll hate you for it
If you tryna kick it you don't gotta lie
Chauffeur chauffeur
I got a lot of things that I want
What I don't have I get what I want
My girl buggin' me like what do you want
I'm stress free i feel happy for once
Had to light up all I need was a puff
She look at me I'm like baby wassup
Said she catchin chills it's an adrenaline rush
You in the kitchen you ain't whippin enough
You gon' fuck around and mess it all up
The food is ready for UK bruvs
Wrist workin got me chefin it up
Then it's back to game plan
Finesse me I gotta hangman
Going brazy if you try to play meh
You got what I need I got what you need
They been knowin'
We got that fire
Feds tappin all the calls he got a wire
You put ya right hand on the Bible you is a liar
OBM gang up on the scene you better not try us
You see the Traffic coming back to back cause
We got that fire
Feds tappin all the calls he got a wire
You put ya right hand on the Bible you is a liar
OBM gang up on the scene you better not try us
You see the traffic coming back to back cause
We got that fire
I am the plug
I be supplying
Who you know step in the building
Gas on me drippin'
It turn to a riot
ooh niggas be lyin'
Nigga don't try it
I just been picking up weight
cin't talkin' no diet
Hustle as big as a giant
Breaking da wrist
Then I turn up the pilot
Feds on the phone
So we speaking in signage
Dat's on the gang
My hand on the bible
Gangland
Packages sent
cnd dey pickin' up
They know the scent
When they wiffin us
Back in the kitchen we whippin up
Bag it twice den we zip it up
Cut the dope
Water whip it
Watch the door
Grab the pistol
Brake the bowl
Hide the dishes
Talk in code
Handle business (yee)
We don't do no fronts
If you ain't regular
Serve em on the first
Then we double up
It smoke you know we burnin up
We got that fire
Feds tappin all the calls he got a wire
You put ya right hand on the Bible you is a liar
OBM gang up on the scene you better not try us
You see the traffic coming back to back cause
We got that fire
Feds tappin all the calls he got a wire
You put ya right hand on the Bible you is a liar
OBM gang up on the scene you better not try us
You see the traffic coming back to back cause
We got that fire
cll of you niggas is mini me
Ima gorilla you don't want no smoke wit me
Token that gas I can taste all the potency
Getting that bag I can't let you get close to me
Niggas be snitching they tell on they homies
Ima real hitta you fake and you phoney
Don't fuck wit the feds cause they smell like bologna
Right hand on the bible
I'll die by my lonely
Fuck is you saying
Nigga quit playing
I get the job done
I put bricks on yo head
Shoot you where you stand
You niggas is scared
Cause I am the devil god body wit dreads
Pull up in a van
Hit you wit sum lead
I think i need meds
I stay smoking the dead
I yell fuck the feds cause they killing kids
Mo money more problems that's just what it is
I get to a check I'm all bout my bread
If he wearing a wire its off wit his head
Niggas moving suspicious
They all want me dead
Ima OBM G fuck the opps till they dead
I'm God in the flesh
I'm setting the trend
They telling they tales
I could never be dead
2CraZ and Brazy we should've been twins
OBM gang we can never be friends
Written by:
LIAM QUINN, TRENT BELL
Publisher:
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