Fire Alarm

[Intro: Lancey Foux]
(This a motherfuckin' gift from Potent)
Chyeah

[Chorus: Lancey Foux]
I can't be caught in the middle (Whew)
It's up, I'm King of the Hill
Sex, Money, Murder for dinner (Chyeah)
It's up, I'm makin' a mill'
Homicide, step in the buildin'
I'm obviously making a killin'
ADHD on the—, pow, no chill
Fire Alarm, it's a drill, for real (Whew)

[Verse 1: Lancey Foux]
I just came back from the back of the back
Then I hopped in the thing with the two wings attached
She just been sendin' me mad attachments, ever since I ain't been callin' her back
Nigga's been goin' out mad, sad, you're playin' yourself with like two different pads
I just be kickin' that grandad swag, I walk with the stick in my hand

[Verse 2: Dagye]
You're lookin' for me, I'll be outside, I'm with my boys and they're on homicide
Left that lil' bitch with her mouth wide, cut that bitch loose so there's no strings attached
Me and LF in immaculate fashion, I look 'round the room and there's no one to match
My diamonds, they fight for attention, I rub on my chest, 'til it drips and there's 'nough on the tap

[Verse 3: Lancey Foux]
Hop in the coupe and I breeze, police still on a hot pursuit for me And I stand solid, you'll see when we meet
You niggas stood there like you need to pee
Don't call my phone and don't check for me
It's fuck you niggas directly
Pressure makes diamonds, I glow, I gleam
Ready for war, mujahideen (Chyeah)

[Chorus: Lancey Foux]
I can't be caught in the middle (Whew)
It's up, I'm King of the Hill
Sex, Money, Murder for dinner (Chyeah)
It's up, I'm makin' a mill'
Homicide, step in the buildin'
I'm obviously making a killin'
ADHD on the—, pow, no chill
Fire Alarm, it's a drill, for real (Whew)

[Verse 4: Dagye]
I been a boss, when it come down to these pieces, woke up and I don't care 'bout us
I spent a lot, when it come down to her pussy, I'm easy, she's gon' break me off
Me and LF goin' back to back, Mourinho swag, tell them boys pack their bags
I levelled up, this my new habitat, I step in Dior with my towel on my back
It's the swagger attack, no, we ain't gettin' no sleep, you baby boys still takin' naps
No, I ain't givin' no daps, my new bitch, she's rockin' Celine
And no, they don't ever do that, they don't ever do that
We rockin' that new SO piece, the streets like it was Puma
African gene, just like Kurt Zouma, them niggas fell off like Lex Luger

[Chorus: Lancey Foux]
I can't be caught in the middle (Whew)
It's up, I'm King of the Hill
Sex, Money, Murder for dinner (Chyeah)
It's up, I'm makin' a mill'
Homicide, step in the buildin'
I'm obviously making a killin'
ADHD on the—, pow, no chill
Fire Alarm, it's a drill, for real (Whew)