Fire In The Booth, Pt. 1

Put some bands on your mans
Now y'all all got matching headbands
Turn you to a pencil, body stiff, lead in your head
Catch you at the light, better pray that candy jam nigga
Pull up to my show, bet he pulled off in an ambulance

Ride around with this FN, it stand for "Fuck niggas"
See a nigga car in traffic, throw a drum in it
I was 13 when I let my first pistol off
And I wasn't shooting in the air, I think I crippled 'em
You ain't with it, you aren't with it
Throw a hollow in your shit
He like, "this my mama crib"
Nigga, fuck you and that bitch
When it's beef ain't no rules
Catch your cousin leaving school
Wanna be in Grizzley gang?
Pussy nigga make the news

I'm so smokey
Pussy nigga, make the news
Last nigga said he was gon' smoke me
Got posted on the 'Gram with broken heart emojis
He ain't make it to next Friday like Smokey
If the feds hear this shit, I swear to God I was just joking, hey
And I swear I was just joking
Man, I swear I was just joking

You see cracks in the streets, that's how hard we was running it
Niggas sound like me in all they songs, I be soning 'em
Miami in December, drop the top, get that summer feel
Plug in Atlanta got the Wraith, pull up to Summer Hill
Ay
Plug in Atlanta got the Wraith, pull up to Summer Hill
Ay
Miami in December, drop the top and get that summer feel

Niggas don't want no static
Still got a few bad habits
Used to sleep on pallets, now this Benz I got full 'matic
60 dollar salads, with the crab legs, bring me a mallet
My niggas like animals, they won't trip if you don't panic
Ay, bring me another round
What they gon' say to us now?
When I got that bag, felt like the game with it touch down
Went from bust up to bust down
Bust Benz, used to bus rides
I'm the big dog, sit the fuck down
Bitch ain't fucking, get the fuck out
See my niggas, RIP my niggas
I be popping pills for the pain, nigga
Why you talking loud? You insane nigga
Leave you in the street with your brain dripping
Run into your man
Run into your mans, do the same nigga

Ay
Heart of a thug, baby
Pockets of the plug, baby
You gotta start right
I'm 'bout to cum baby
They don't get far 'cause niggas dumb baby
You wanna walk through, nigga run 80
Good defence, niggas can't take me
I'm a chess master, niggas can't play me
Gang, gang, gang
Gang, gang, gang
Niggas don't want no static
Still got a few bad habits
Used to sleep on pallets, now this Benz I got full 'matic
Nigga, water, Bobby Boucher
Orgies, orgies, skate, Lupe
Say you can't be touched, who can't?
This new case so loud, they gon' hear this bitch in the UK
Ex-heroin distributer, ay
Ex-convict, free the shooters, ay
My security got permis', but they gon' pass them pistols to me
Pop a perky and beat that pussy
Bitches like, "what you do to me?"

See me in a coupe, I'm with your hoe probably
Pacman-ass niggas, y'all ain't got no bodies
If I send Rowdy to get you, that's fo sho bodies
Ay, ay, ay, ay

Hit her once then go my way, I can't cuff no thotties
Come in, drop your house and catch like four bodies
I got robotics
Way I throw this pistol, that's like robotics