Fire In The Booth, Pt. 2

Ugh, Loose
Aye, aye back up, wait I said that
Splash with the passion
Please don't make me drench man
If you put a hit on my head
Get your bread back
A moon cost ten percent of a ten bag
And that's minimum
Shit, I'm still killing em
GS slap up dem yutes
If I ain't feeling em'
Opp block, how many times?
I been a million
Wait, I'm gassing but it feels like I done that
Nuff chat, Y2 got it in his rucksack
Tryna be brave, end up being a done man
Mask on my face, gyal thought I was Biski
B, aye, K.M.T
Little dumb yat
And who shot ya?
Go ask the doctor
Them man are doing daggers to Popcaan

My hitters doing drills and shows
'Cah I always bring 'em out on the stage
Living life like a rockstar
Loubs on my feet, got me walking with some hedgehogs
It don't make sense on my age, how my bread's long
I'm all in designer and babes that's a minor
I put her in it too, if I like her
And everybody's rapping 'bout Lyca
They ain't had a real hand-ache from bagging up niners
Thumb and my index hurting
I remember serving
Bare four pounds for a fiver
And free SD, that's a rider
And Joe, that's a rider
My nigga Scratcher, too hyper
They should put more stack in the booth
Them boys should talk the truth
'Cause they sounding like a liar, liar
Flying overseas, doing shows while I'm jet lagged
And every other month I'm doing more for it
I'm peering for your head back
And I don't want no leg shots
My bro' lost his life
I'm thinking that I need to press off

Aye, I'm upset
Broski just spun a opp, but he ain't dead
Broski just spun a opp, but he ain't dead
Aye, that sound too much like Drake, lemme switch it

Hate chess, with chest and up
Pole on me, like Teddy Bruck
Disgusting, yuck
Hate when I buy new tings to the block
But can't get sweets, it's fucking dumb
Miss S.A.S.D my blood
Splash addict, splash bro's for fun
Big man, ride for your bredrin
All of these drenchings, no one ain't come
I'm up in Harlem late
Waiting for buck my blade
Don't believe me? Ask H
Ride for Nagz, till the grave
You can ask bro', do the same
Feds come five times a day
Guess that su's been snitching
Opp fishing, go swimming
Show man 'bout 'lympic chinging
She say that she love me
Baby I just want a G
Dem man talking postcode
Most of my bros, tryna make them sleep
I make gyal say money and beef
And give ucky to me
Harry seen shot done pop
Or on drills, tryna hit opp my muse
Fuck what you heard, are you wid it?
Love GG that's Jigga
Ten shank moves, that's inna
I don't drink rum and Bigga
Soul bust turn man swinger

Pouring champagne
Roley on me, with a bust face
Cut, I don't cut shapes
This Louis coat cost a sun eight
Bro throw O's and love to splash
We creep up on them, they dash
Showed that hoe quick forty bags
Now she know why I call them brass
Run through bands in a Barbie's cat
Free my boy, he love mish and mash
In my blood to splash and brag
Designer driller, I do it in swag

And love to splash
We creep up on them, they dash
Showed that hoe quick forty bags
Now she know why I call them brass
Run through bands in a Barbie's cat
Free my boy, he love mish and mash
In my blood to splash and brag
Designer driller, I do it in swag

Aye, sutting different for them man
Aye, aye, aye
Ride or die, big.45
I can see the pagans
I can see the pagans
Ride or die, big.45
I can see the pagans
I can see the pagans
Ride or die, big.45
I can see the pagans
I can see the pagans

Ride or die, big.45
Aye Charlie, are you listening?

Aye, aye
I can see my whole world changing
But if I see the pagans
Well I'll splash up them yutes
And everybody treat me like I'm famous
And they want a picture and they loving my crew
Aye, but you know how life goes
Text me all day, love to complain
And ring my iPhone
Aye, you know how life goes
Text me all day, love to complain
And ring my iPhone

Bring the kid where your heart is
Baby girl, why not chance it?
Fuck the opps when we tarnish
Blast it, splash it up and start laughing
Big man had your darling
Handsome driller and balling
Man trip up, swim in some fortune
They talk the talk, but it's harmless
I'm the fashion driller
Smart and B, who's realer?
If we pull up, sutting get cook up
Big man, are you gonna back your jigga?
Pull up skrrt, like Bryson Tiller
Or hop out the ride like Trey
Bricks said "Loose you're talking too bait"
But, them man pissed me off
Off, he's been chinged and still talking brave
She's on man, but she got a bae
He found out, now talk's on my name
Big man, I don't think that you're like that
Right back, I'm upfront on these paves
Rude as fuck and gyal still give brain
Loski loose my bandsdem are age
Tell your uncle, come work for me
I'll tell my accountant "Double his wage"
Rude as fuck and gyal still give brain
I've done drills in Moncler and Bape
Told her "Baby girl, you look gorgeous"
I'm not getting sprung like T-Pain
Party mode, nuff time I backed it
Ah, babe I'm Loose not insane

I can see my whole world changing
So if I see the pagans
Should I splash up this yute?
Everybody treat me like I'm famous
And they want a picture and they loving my crew
Aye, but you know how life goes
Text me all day, love to complain
And ring my iPhone
Aye, you know how life goes
Text me all day, love to complain
And ring my iPhone