Spitfire
Have one rolled to the top to get higher
Hot box might have to air out like a dryer
Niggas mad I now they wish Id retire
But all I know is I was told to spitfire
Phone taps they tryna line me like the wire,
He talk hot spin that block like a tire,
Up this glock he see a flash no lighter
Skin get bun try runnin around fire
Young and dumb all that I knew was get wild (Get live)
They scorn me and put a youngin' on trial (No cap)
Mama cryd all that I want was her smile (Her smile)
Sorry mom I'll be back home in a while (Back soon)
Jumped that porch and the feds they made files (Watch me)
Take a few steps in my kicks They did miles
I left blood sweat and my tears on these tiles
In too deep in these streets n it's vile
I can't pick up my phone so don't dial
Had to wrap money in stacks I need piles
Hit the mall might have to cop the new styles
Niggas see what's on me n they get riled
Have one rolled to the top to get higher
Hot box might have to air out like a dryer
Niggas mad I now they wish Id retire
But all I know is I was told to spitfire
Phone taps they tryna line me like the wire
He talk hot spin that block like a tire
Up this glock he see a flash no lighter
Skin get bun try runnin around fire
Hot box might have to air out like a dryer
Niggas mad I now they wish Id retire
But all I know is I was told to spitfire
Phone taps they tryna line me like the wire,
He talk hot spin that block like a tire,
Up this glock he see a flash no lighter
Skin get bun try runnin around fire
Young and dumb all that I knew was get wild (Get live)
They scorn me and put a youngin' on trial (No cap)
Mama cryd all that I want was her smile (Her smile)
Sorry mom I'll be back home in a while (Back soon)
Jumped that porch and the feds they made files (Watch me)
Take a few steps in my kicks They did miles
I left blood sweat and my tears on these tiles
In too deep in these streets n it's vile
I can't pick up my phone so don't dial
Had to wrap money in stacks I need piles
Hit the mall might have to cop the new styles
Niggas see what's on me n they get riled
Have one rolled to the top to get higher
Hot box might have to air out like a dryer
Niggas mad I now they wish Id retire
But all I know is I was told to spitfire
Phone taps they tryna line me like the wire
He talk hot spin that block like a tire
Up this glock he see a flash no lighter
Skin get bun try runnin around fire
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Writer(s): Kaivon Mckenzie
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