Pyro

Crossed 'em out, finessed his man's Brought more sticks than a marching band C-crossed 'em out finessed his man's Brought more sticks than the marching band You let 'em around he gon' cross again The fye' grow a titty like estrogen 2 of my shooters, they Mexican They not BL, I might bless 'em in (Ayo, DJ GREN8DE, get from around--) Pirate whip, Lil' GL4, my cup is pyro Interrogation, y'all niggas was singing Y'all niggas was hitting them high notes Baby, gotta come to the spot, gotta come to the slaughter You getting cut like a pine cone Boy, your ass a bitch, ain' gon' blow that gun What you got that nine for? Oh, you did? You shootin' at pedestrians, you shootin' at niggas You shootin' with your eyes closed Gotta see it, but this on the 10, you not finna blow it Whoa, pass me that blindfold Got that hat, know I got that ring, know I'm getting in We left them behind, though Y'all know what I mean? What the fuck they did? Demons in my bid, we set them aside, whoa Crossed 'em out, finessed his man's Brought more sticks than the marching band You let 'em around he gon' cross again The fye' grow a titty like estrogen 2 of my shooters, they Mexican They not BL, I might bless 'em in Locked up for a 7, deadly sins Bullet flyin' by they catch more than the wind I got that dot, but I sent that to Penn Man, this ain't yo' fye', this bitch off of Gen Fuck the police, I don't know about no Benz V-Lone shirt, then I fucked all her friends Spoiled that bitch, I put the hoe in some Skims Walk in that bitch, she look just like Kim, huh (Flrrt) We can't find yo' sibling, pop his brother But don't worry about that piss test I passed that bitch with flyin' colors Old ass Glock that you got in your hand I call that bitch Lil' Uncle Ruckus Letting that money fly, you'd rather just hang with a buster This between me and him, this on God, I ain't cuffin' This on God, I ain't bluffin', talm' 'bout beef We gon' heat that oven Hit him with these bloody knuckles And he couldn't get back right for nothin' (On God) Catch him with that fye, he hit the feet, you know I heard him runnin' Yeah, I got them drugs for all them J's, OD like David Rucker Okay, I peeped at the plot There's nothin' in this world I miss more than wock On God, I won't play with no cops He talkin' to 12, I pull out the mop And a nigga gon' play me, try me like I'm soft I'm breakin' the scale, I done knocked 'em off Told them keep it on the low, they got the sauce Niggas throwin' fast balls, Red Sox Niggas don't need nothin' from you Why you feel so comfortable? Man, speak up, can't hear a mumble, bro Them vampires in that jungle, wood Westside, I catch them, call my bluff We know where you at, you ain't layin' on nun' I'm droppin' racks on 'em, them boys had some fun I murdered that nigga 2, and not the 1 (I love DJ GREN8DE) We can't find yo' sibling, pop his brother But don't worry about that piss test I passed that bitch with flyin' colors Old ass Glock that you got in your hand I call that bitch Lil' Uncle Ruckus Letting that money fly, you'd rather just hang with a buster This between me and him, this on God, I ain't cuffin' This on God, I ain't bluffin', talm' 'bout beef We gon' heat that oven Hit him with these bloody knuckles And he couldn't get back right for nothin' (On God)