OneShotAce - Mr. Fire (feat. Sheff G)

Look, they call me Mr graaaa, they didn't believe I could make it
Gun on my hip go fiahh, bet it leave him on the pavement
Bitches see me and get amazed, she said my sex is amazing
She said I'm driving her crazy, she want to have a lil' baby

I stay with Louis, ain't no designer, he make a scene for me
Huh, niggas be goofy, bring out the choppers, bring out the beam for These
Pussy ass, soft ass niggas really, they don't want no smoke
Bet if I hit your ass, ain't no way he getting back up off the floor
Huh, look heard that boy shot, I'm the one do it
I'm the Last one to try, first one shooting
Imma plan out the hits, then I'm out booming
On the chase, all gas, never stop moving
No we can't talk, ain't no sorrys, these niggas faking they stories
I never lied niggas please, cant make it up, make believe

Look, they call me Mr graaaa, they didn't believe I could make it
Gun on my hip go fiahh, bet it leave him on the pavement
Bitches see me and get amazed, she said my sex is amazing
She said I'm driving her crazy, she want to have a lil' baby

Im getting better, lets bet it up, these niggas broke, they can't bet enough
All of your jewelry look regular, she off the Za', eat my dick like a edible
We moving in for a better view, gang wanna see when up close what that FN do
I just told Bro to be vegan, the way he keep turning the beef into vegetables
Look When you get money like this, you gotta watch all your peoples
When you get money like Mitch, you gotta watch for the Rico
(Fetty or Crack) bro got a line to the back He opened the trap like its legal
Keep it a stack, niggas ain't wan see me stack, thats why I be thinking these evils
Look, they wanted me on some drill shit, they want to know if I kill shit
They want to know how many blocks we spent an how many smacks on that Kel-Tec look say you get money, thats real rec, cause your brody got bond, and ain't bailed yet
Said he wrote you, and ain't get no mail backso that real shit you talk, we don't feel that
Look, I was just down on my luck, now my pockets is up, feel like Big Dog in this bitch
I made it back to the hut with them bricks in the trunk I'm like, thank God for that shit
State bids, and Fed Charges I risk, you ain't never been involved in that shit
We'll catch em at a light, probably lose his life, hating be the cause of that shit
Gang ride with them poles like, fuck it, 30 shot certain way you got tuck it
Its going down in this bitch we'll up it, try to even up the score and be a bucket
Never switched on the plan, we just updated
36 on the wrist, Imma upgrade it
Niggas cannot catch up so they frustrated, tell them stay in their lane

Look, they call me Mr graaaa, they didn't believe I could make it
Gun on my hip go fiahh, bet it leave him on the pavement
Bitches see me and get amazed, she said my sex is amazing
She said I'm driving her crazy, she want to have a lil' baby

Written by:
Michael Kyle Williams, Myles Lockwood

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