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Firefighter
by 4oeRacks
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I'm said im gone off this wood put it out firefighter
Cold fit i mixed the glock wit the designer
Expensive drip the louie match the dutch attire
Aye this bic flame em up I call my stick sunlighter
Roadmoney ent we push this shit all thru rain
Lost plenty niggas man I hate to feel that pain
I swear dis life shit not a game, we get em gone he down the drain (aye)
You niggas trickin off on rollers that shit lame
I say this glock got a switch, and I might up it at his chin
Might juss shoot this shit again, and again, and again
Put anotha clip up in and now im dumpin at his friends
Its Bandhuntas for the win, rememba startin wit my twin
Now we got these bitch goin road money we a price to pay
And I really ship them bows for lows straight to Grambling State
And if i need them rps my ese Jefe send em ondele
N When I get pissed off i grab yo hoe, she come n save the day
I said i'm gone off this wood put it out firefighter
Cold fit I mixed the glock wit the designer
Expensive drip the louie match the dutch attire
Aye this bic flame em up i call my stick sunlighter
Ima a fuckin sak getter, chip maker, band chaser
I put a M on his head and called that nigga Speed Racer
Girly off the casamigos straight dome no chaser
And if i roll dis wood up you betta know did bitch a facer
We don't conversate the same cause you niggas neva seen 20
Young trap nigga come get them bows cause we got plenty (YTN)
If its gun shells or it hoes I can neva have too many
He tried to make a move couldn't grab my stick I karate kicked him (cmon)
These bitches on my dick ion want em I just want chips
And how the fuck you roadmoney man you niggas get no strips
You aint never shipped a bow of green to Massachusetts
Ima fucking Bandchaser, roadmoney we really do this
I said im gone off this wood put it out firefighter
Cold fit i mixed the glock wit the designer
Expensive drip the louie match the dutch attire
Aye this bic flame em up, I call my stick sunlighter
I said im gone off this wood put it out firefighter
Cold fit i mixed the glock wit the designer
Expensive drip the louie match the dutch attire
Aye this bic flame em up, I call my stick sunlighter
I'm said im gone off this wood put it out firefighter
Cold fit i mixed the glock wit the designer
Expensive drip the louie match the dutch attire
Aye this bic flame em up I call my stick sunlighter
Roadmoney ent we push this shit all thru rain
Lost plenty niggas man I hate to feel that pain
I swear dis life shit not a game, we get em gone he down the drain (aye)
You niggas trickin off on rollers that shit lame
I say this glock got a switch, and I might up it at his chin
Might juss shoot this shit again, and again, and again
Put anotha clip up in and now im dumpin at his friends
Its Bandhuntas for the win, rememba startin wit my twin
Now we got these bitch goin road money we a price to pay
And I really ship them bows for lows straight to Grambling State
And if i need them rps my ese Jefe send em ondele
N When I get pissed off i grab yo hoe, she come n save the day
I said i'm gone off this wood put it out firefighter
Cold fit I mixed the glock wit the designer
Expensive drip the louie match the dutch attire
Aye this bic flame em up i call my stick sunlighter
Ima a fuckin sak getter, chip maker, band chaser
I put a M on his head and called that nigga Speed Racer
Girly off the casamigos straight dome no chaser
And if i roll dis wood up you betta know did bitch a facer
We don't conversate the same cause you niggas neva seen 20
Young trap nigga come get them bows cause we got plenty (YTN)
If its gun shells or it hoes I can neva have too many
He tried to make a move couldn't grab my stick I karate kicked him (cmon)
These bitches on my dick ion want em I just want chips
And how the fuck you roadmoney man you niggas get no strips
You aint never shipped a bow of green to Massachusetts
Ima fucking Bandchaser, roadmoney we really do this
I said im gone off this wood put it out firefighter
Cold fit i mixed the glock wit the designer
Expensive drip the louie match the dutch attire
Aye this bic flame em up, I call my stick sunlighter
I said im gone off this wood put it out firefighter
Cold fit i mixed the glock wit the designer
Expensive drip the louie match the dutch attire
Aye this bic flame em up, I call my stick sunlighter
