Big Goddo Flaco - Fire On Me (feat. yefta & Yung Bee)

Don't don't don't make me walk you down
Better let your conscience talk you out
For the cops come to chalk you out
What's poppin' now
Don't don't make me walk you down
Better let your conscience talk you out
For the cops come to chalk you out
What's poppin' out
Pull up with the goons and goblins
And they hoppin' out
Knockin' down every opp in town
Top city we hold it down
785 bitch
Every time I touch the beat
I feel the spirit of Juan P
I'm everything they wanna be
His rappin' shit so easy to me
Brought chopsticks like I'm Vietnamese
Don't pop shit unless you bringin' the heat
I've been fiendin
Just feed me the beat
Try to beef with me
But you easy to eat
Must be diabetic
Cause you cling to defeat
I gotta ring the lead
The world a rule
Lost so many homies
So I tote a tool
Got a green beem
That's a Yoda move
Had a blue one
That I sold to Luke
And the flows hot
And it's molten too
I call up Weezy
Tell him pour the purp
Strictly for dessert
Before I go berserk
Slidin' through your city
With that fire on me
Talkin' through your teeth
Know I keep a pair of pliers on me
Keep it on me
Yeah your brother had a due date
He expired homie
Sorry brodie
You don't like how the game work
Come and fire on me
Come and fire on me
Talking through your teeth
Know I keep a pair of pliers on me
Keep it on me
Yeah your brother had a due date
Ge expired homie
Sorry brodie
You don't like how this game work
Come and fire on me
Come and fire on me
Slidin' through your city
With that fire on me
Talkin' through your teeth
Know I keep a pair of pliers on me
Keep it on me
Yeah your brother had a duedate
He expired homie
Sorry brodie
You don't like how this game work
Come and fire on me
Come and fire on me
UH
Its Yefta
I ain't really on no gangster shit
But Goddo made the call
So im going gangster bitch!
Don't let me catch you lacking
When you say you get it crackin
Fuck all that weak shit
I'm comin' through to whack em
Take that nugget off your shoulders
Leave em' wonderin' what happened
Pull up on your spot
And leave your touched young buck
Nip tucked when the 40 cal
Deal the tummy tuck
Get fucked
You pushed your luck
And now I'm servin' up a portion
Toss a hot one in your organs
Cut you off like abortions
Leavin' a messy contortion
Should've played it cool
Cause now you got some orphans
I'm cookin' beef
Like I'm dealin' burgers at auctions
Hit the block like I'm Mighty Morphin
Tinted windows in the range
Packin' danger
True definition of a power ranger
Poppin' shots at yo' momma's crib
Let me re-arrange ya
Poke ya like a tailor
Bleed ya dragon
Disappear like vapors
Hop in the scraper
All black like I'm Vader
Slidin' through your city
With that fire on me
Talkin' through your teeth
Know I keep a pair of pliers on me
Your brother had a due date
hhe expired, homie
Sorry, brodie
You don't like how this game work
Come and fire on me
Slidin' through your city
With that fire on me
Talkin' through your teeth
Know I keep a pair of pliers on me
Your brother had a due date
He expired, homie
Sorry, brodie
You don't like how this game work
ccome and fire on me
Slidin' through your city
With that fire on me
Talkin' through your teeth
Know I keep a pair of pliers on me
Your brother had to do that
He expired, homie
Come and fire on me
Blue bandana represent the gang
Culture game over
Hit you with that Charizard flamethrower
Shots to the dome
But I tried to aim lower
Didn't die but it's gon' hurt tomorrow
Like a hangover
Glock 27, 40
Yhat's my lil' homie
Big ass AK on my shoulder
That's his big brodie
Better pay me if you owe me
Cause I'm never lonely
One deep but you ain't gotta ask
Bro, you know it's on me
Talkin' cause I live it
Any beat I be on
Middle of the summer
sstill ridin' with the heat on
Shoot your pinky toe
The hollow
Knock both of your feet off
Rob you for yo rollie
That's the type of time that we on
Insane bout my change
Ain't no fuckin' game
Take this AR
And treat your block
Like the fuckin' range
Plottin' on my chain
Ain't gon' take a fuckin' thing
Bust your brain with this MMP
If I up and bang
Slidin' through your city
With that fire on me
Talkin' through your teeth
Know I keep a pair of pliers on me
Yeah, your brother had a due date
He expired, homie
Sorry, brodie
You don't like how the game work
Come and fire on me
Slidin' through your city
With that fire on me
Talkin' through your teeth
Know I keep a pair of pliers on me

Written by:
Tristan Gomez

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