Firebugs Lyrics

God damn, here we go again

Dripped out, get cute

Check into Icon for a week with my crackhead friends

I hate Miami so much, them niggas don't know I'm an undercover introverted man

I don't wanna hang out, didn't wanna pop out, but them niggas had other plans

Said, fuck it nigga, I ain't no bitch

Ridin' with the clique, smokin' bout 32 zips

Oh, we ain't comin' hit or miss

Only hit to win, till we hit the fan

I'm like Ross, baby

I'm investin' this chicken, no worry bout the cost, baby

No more fuckin' with goofies, you know I'm a boss, baby

Large baby

I'm a car baby

Where your heart, baby

When I'm whippin' this GTR, can I park in your yard, baby

Tryna push in to start, baby

Come be my star lady

Fuck it, we hop in the telly

I'll hit from the back while you star gazing

I'm all kinds of crazy

Many different faces

Money in the masons

Hundred different places

Gorilla in the glue

Keep him in them cages

Frieza final form

I got two more stages

Everybody and they mama wanna ride around and slide with a nigga

You ain't really ground with a nigga

Where a nigga was when he had a pound for a nigga

Didn't hear a sound from a nigga

We burnin' loud, keep it down, lil' nigga

Village or the town, lil' nigga, I

I got the crown on a nigga, I

I'm steppin' out on a nigga like

Damn

Aw, man

Here we go again

Why do I keep doin' this shit to myself

I don't understand

They don't know about the master brand

They don't know about the pots and pans that I had to beat on just to feed the fam

The spam in the can before any steak and lamb

A six year stand before I seen Uncle Sam, I

I ain't never choke

May act Jewish, but bitch, I ain't broke

Five dollar Snickers in the store, leanin' to no

But I cash out a band just to feed my lil' bro

Cause it's up now

Huh

What the fuck do you other niggas really want now

Huh

We ain't rock on no playground

Score no touchdown

Can't remember yo jitt days

My niggas back then only worried about bein' dawgs

It was never about bread plays

Don't talk to me about what we doin'

What we doin' now, niggas can't hang

I ain't finna pop out if you niggas gon' step out of the house and go act like the same lame

Lookin' down on these other new niggas like

Aw, yeah

Here he go again

All of my niggas masked up with a ski

Yo' niggas use beauty blends

Everybody blick came with conversion kits and a fat ass dick

Yo' niggas only brought they hands

Oh, y'all don't wanna rock now

We don't wanna dump out

Finna keep the paint in the can