Fuel & Fire

[Verse 1: GrandeMarshall]

When the fuck I sound like
Anyone of these nigga's huh (nigga's huh)
You compare, but never listening
To the lyrics huh (lyrics huh)
(Why say that shit)
You sound strict from the east
Sound south, sound west
Fuck that if I sound anything
Best believe I sound best
So you can put all the debating and talking to rest
I’m itching to get it
And beefing one of you niggas
Yeah fuck the internet, I’m seeing you niggas
I’m in the street with you niggas
And what I look like?
On the internet, twitting these niggas
I can’t believe these niggas
It ain’t nothing for me to call ski up
Cold up one if your vi
You wanna see, huh?
What’s beef, huh? (Me?)
It’s waking up good every night sleep fine
But fuck these niggas
No I can’t fuck with these niggas
We breathe the same air
And bleed the same blood
But I ain’t got love for these niggas
Throwing up gang signs up in my pictures
But still I’m a neutral, nigga
But if it came down to my niggas
I ride for my niggas, do it to you niggas

[Hook]

Mama ain’t birth no pussy
My pops ain’t raised no bitch
It’s fuel to the fire
Real nigga shit who run it
And niggas talk a lot doing, but who done it
Get money, if it ain’t about a dollar
I don’t hit it, I’m a man
Understand, ain’t another I’m fearing, 800
Mama ain’t birth no pussy
My pops ain’t raised no bitch
It’s fuel to the fire

[Verse 2]

I got money on my mind nigga
Money on that 9 nigga
Play around with mines
And I put money on your moms nigga
Got a couple hoes down for the slob nigga
Freak bitch top me off nigga
Goons all on my squad nigga
Got shooters that’s good for the job
And niggas know my stylo
Better keep it peace bro
If I see E on my pie
You gonn’ rest in peace bro’
If you want it, you can catch a nigga
Young reckless nigga riding round town
Windows down on a death wish nigga
Thugging since I saw a belly on a tv screen
We lick cocaine, legs fantasies
One of the bad bitch missicks
Big ass slim hips that will love to empty my drink
Break it down for a nigga, lay it down for a nigga
Stick around for a nigga, touch it down for a nigga
Misery up in my cup, what
Pink kisses got me stumped, what?
Purple lady feel me up, huh
On the road to a soul, speeding through the lames
Dripping on the curbs
Holing on the frame
Call my painting to the purple
And my passion in the paint
So my sins in the stain
Dividends, but these divas on my penis kid
I’m telling you I got all these bitches
Thinking they phoenixes
Bitch I thought you was in love with the genius
Ain’t all about the anal, now you next feature my fetus
Said you wanted colab with a nigga right
Genius turn to genius, now he passing milk every night
Pussy don’t mean as much as it used before
Nigga famous I was deucing in the poom poom
Now all these niggas street niggas and high fashion
Ain't hard to cop that vinci when you got some thousands stacking
Harder on some rarris when you single platinum
Touring the world it made you find a bitch with a foreign accent
Porsche cayenne, baby mama call it honesty
Now the dreadlock beautiful dark choose fantasy
? and all these model bitches tryina be cool with my mama

[Hook]