Smoking this shit by the ounce

Money keep coming in

We ain worried

Chorus

I'm on fire I'm a hot boy

Nigga you'll burn

Imma swap the Chevy out it was white i paint it orange

I stayed down grind yea

Now its my turn

In the back got them pounds

Gotta watch out how I turn

If this shit ain bout my round

Then this shit ain't my concern

Man these bitches hard headed

When the fuck Is they gone learn

You a pussy ass nigga dont even take care of your children

Imma put the money up my grandma old her heart hurting

Verse 1

Codiene and kush till my fucken heart burn

Broad status holding on

Zone 6 nigga that's my zone

I got 2 cups styrofoam

Tell them folks to go on on

Gotta stack a brand new hundred thicker than a hair and bone

Gucci shot they ain even in stock

Let off shot letting off shots

Can't even come my block

Young nigga first to pop

Young nigga serve that drop

Young nigga swerve that drop

(hol up aye)

I knew them were some 4s but you said them were some 6s

Im balling on them hoes like i'm playin for the pistons

Fuck a hater 2 middle fingers

Playing both sides you a trader

Loui v up under aviators

All black like terminator

Young nigga getting old paper

Hell nahh ain no favor

Chorus

I'm on fire I'm a hot boy

Nigga you'll burn

Imma swap the Chevy out it was white i paint it orange

I stayed down grind yea

Now its my turn

In the back got them pounds

Gotta watch out how I turn

If this shit ain bout my round

Then this shit ain't my concern

Man these bitches hard headed

When the fuck Is they gone learn

You a pussy ass nigga dont even take care of your children

Imma put the money up my grandma old her heart hurting

Verse 2

(yea yea yea yea)

I grind hard for my family

I get on bars and ain rambling

A lot to handle but I manage it

Million dollar strategy

Designer fabric advocate

100 round drum and it on the bottom of the stick

I don't promote no violence

But nigga if i have some conflict

Getting money my specialty

Free t teck and talor g

Got racks all in my legacy

Fuck nigga can't step to me

Whippin up in the kitchen

Shawty gotta fool recipe

My wrist it doing numbers

Chain on my neck like it changing colors

Chorus

I'm on fire I'm a hot boy

Nigga you'll burn

Imma swap the Chevy out it was white i paint it orange

I stayed down grind yea

Now its my turn

In the back got them pounds

Gotta watch out how I turn

If this shit ain bout my round

Then this shit ain't my concern

Man these bitches hard headed

When the fuck Is they gone learn

You a pussy ass nigga dont even take care of your children

Imma put the money up my grandma old her heart hurting