On Fire

[Intro: Los]
Ah
Ah, ah, ah (Yeah)
(Yung Shad, you killed this track)

[Verse 1: Babyface Ray]
Los, where you at? I'ma be there in a minute (I'm comin' up)
Let's hibachi cook 'em, I don't even like these niggas (Fuck these niggas)
Rubber bands and bands, only thing excite my nigga (Yeah)
They know me as a rapper, but I live a life of dealers
When I got the call I was in the telly chillin'

[Verse 2: Los]
I seen a hundred bands, now I wanna make a million
Contract killin', put his brains on the ceiling (Gone)
Hot on the Eastside, I was sellin' fake prescriptions (Fuck 'em)
Tuesdays and Thursdays them real doctor visits (Damn)
My nigga, this Alex Coffee, showed a nigga how to get it
Got guns like the Army, better yet, the Navy (Yeah)
I was up in Traverse City, grams go for one-eighty

[Verse 3: Babyface Ray]
I was up in no man's land, beans go for mmm
Told her if she show them titties, I'ma drop the roof (Take the top down)
You gon' fold when it's, pressure, then this not for you (This ain't for you)
A hundred for a line and I can cut it, so I'm buying juice (Yeah)

[Refrain: Los]
Bitch, I'm 'bout that paper, don't try to play me
Traverse City, selling grams for one-eighty
Got guns like the Army, better yet, the Navy
Traverse City, selling grams for one-eighty

[Verse 4: Los]
Two-fifty for the script, hundred for the patient (Yeah)
Bitch in my business, want to know what I'm making (Don't worry about it)
My bail high as hell, we growin' in the basement (Yeah)
Call— for the low, nigga, that's my guy
Cheap-ass Cali 'bows, nigga, that's my type
Eighteen to twenty-one, nigga, that's my price
OT price is here, nigga, that's my life
If I get flicked with the stuffer, nigga, that's my wife

[Verse 5: Babyface Ray]
Oh, that's your man, you hit the stand? Man, that shit ain't right (That's crazy)
Niggas starin' at my plate like, "Let me get a bite" (Huh?)
I'm choppin' dope on auntie plate like, "Let me get a razor" (A razor)
Niggas think we got a deal 'cause we livin' major (Yeah)
Niggas run they mouth a lot, runnin' off a lot (They is)
Killer'll leave you where you stand, tell 'em chalk the spot
Unky dropped a zip of 'caine in the coffee pot
Neighbors cryin', fuck it, bro, let's move the work before she call the cops

[Refrain: Los]
Bitch, I'm 'bout that paper, don't try to play me
Traverse City, selling grams for one-eighty
Got guns like the Army, better yet, the Navy
Traverse City, selling grams for one-eighty

[Verse 6: Los]
Ask them niggas in my hood, boy, I been a soldier
In the alley with that chopper, feel like Magnolia (Thuggin')
Nutty had the raw, Rhaly had the crack rollin' (On Clements)
Closed the spot for hour, but it's back open (What you want?)
Back jumpin', back pumpin', love selling somethin' (I do)
Probably at the post office, probably mailin' somethin'
Babyface, what you was drinking? Probably red or somethin'
I got caught red-handed, still ain't tell them nothin' (Nope)

[Refrain: Los]
Bitch, I'm 'bout that paper, don't try to play me
Traverse City, selling grams for one-eighty
Got guns like the Army, better yet, the Navy