TNT (Intro)

Chorus (x3)

He on fye then he blow
Know he the type to go light up the show
Nights in the dark, we came from down below
Oh yeah fasho
Shoutout the hoes, who said we wouldn’t make it here

Verse:
Turn up on stage
He don’t really need a hype man
Crowd jumping, I don’t need a mic, damn!
Do these niggas dirty no sprite cans
Who you know do it like, I can?
(For real)
So I’m out in the streets
Ain’t slept in my bed in some weeks
Cause they sleep
I peep how they move
I stay silent don’t speak
Cause Gs move in silеnce
I see how they sneak
Hе mike with the jams
Don’t you try & go reach
Rags to them riches
His story, elite
Really go crazy on beats
I be spazzing!
(Yeah)

Chorus (x3)

He on fye then he blow
Know he the type to go light up the show
Nights in the dark, we came from down below
Oh yeah fasho
Shoutout the hoes, who said we wouldn’t make it here

Verse 2:

Like this murda he wrote
Start my own wave, I don’t need em to flow
Why he be going dumb hard?
I don’t know
Made for this shit, he don’t do it for show
Ice in my veins, turn the beat into snow!
Oh yeah fasho
He mike with the hits
Yeah that boy really bad
Cold as a killer, don’t play bout his bag
Applying the pressure, my foot on the gas
I jump on the stage, give it all that i have
Can’t put on no brakes
Swear i’m moving too fast
Stay solid in traffic
They can’t see me crash
It’s turning me up
When they play me on blast!

Chorus (x3)

He on fye then he blow
Know he the type to go light up the show
Nights in the dark, we came from down below
Oh yeah fasho
Shoutout the hoes, who said we wouldn’t make it here