Fire on Me - Intellectual

[Instrumental]

Pussy boy, you sweet, don't play with me, you know you gummy bear

Bitch, I paint the street, I guarantee bloah bolah bloah, pourin' this

Bitch, I drive Mercedes, huh, hop out like the Navy, huh

Pussy, I can sell you work, hold crack like the eighties, huh

I just fuck her makeup up, you just give her baby bump

Hit that lick, got double stripes, judge had tried to give me life

Came home, I got extra bright, platinum records, now we on

Now a million ain't enough, now a million ain't enough

Ball on them niggas, huh, crawl in them bitches, huh

Icing, that's a carrot cake, side to side, my Chevrolet

Keep a strap on side of me, sold it all through A to Z

Keep a strap on side of me, sold it all through A to Z (Yeah)

Yeah, I got the fire on me

I keep the chopper close by, that's just my philosophy

Misery loves company and I don't need the misery

House full of baby bottles like I run a nursery (Wop!)

Drop top, red 'vert, I'm slidin' down universities

A lot of niggas feelings hurt cause they can't get a verse from me (damn)

Nope, nope, hell nope, boy you sound like a joke to me

And you look really broke to me, how I'ma take you seriously?

Skrt, skrt, skrt, skrt, cooking up the groceries

Same color T-shirt, just got a half a bird for free

I'm sending mine all low-key behind ten at the Busy Bee

'Cause I don't need no one to do for me what I won't do for me