Pat Down/Night Shift
The Fire Lily - a beautiful yet highly poisonous flower native of South Africa
It blooms in the shade — a place it is least expected to thrive
The 'Fire' side of this dual LP is heavy-hitting and extremely unfuckwithable
While the 'Lily' Side is filled with ear-pleasing melodies and harmonies
Welcome... to Fire Lily
I'm on a whole 'nother level
Like I went from selling gas to the brick now
Big bezel on the wrist post-tour
At your neck like a tick now
All you hoes in a fit
The same nigga you was dissin is dissin your fit
All you niggas getting pissed
I'm posted up back of the party kissing your chick
I ain't have that type of love for her
But I'm really in my bag now
If she told me she was seeing you, nigga
I probably wouldn't even back down
Bigger bag, more cash now
Milky flow, Ima a cash cow
Came outta Belk with like 8 things
They should start thinking bout pat downs
It's often that we hit a lick on these niggas, same nigga since day 1
Only showed up to the party to network, and you still getting face done
Off the map like Macedonia
Caesar salad with the capers on it
My niggas told me that you slow
If you step in my ring, you ain't nothing but weak opponent
Call me when you get that 'L', I wanna know what it feel like
Bout them dubs like a bay nigga, Ima see em when I'm state-side
And I'm known like Statewide
Milo Case got the juice now
I remember I was copping a bottle but now when I go I cop 2 now
I been with the shits, but who was there when I was down and out (J.O.)
The same niggas that ain't see the dream
Oh they gon be mad when you count em up
And I been doing lotta counting lately
I ain't slim but I been really shady
Divide my bag with the dudes who made me
Then take what's mine like a dude from Haiti (Slime)
It ain't cute when you cutting throats
And I been cutting like I'm cutting toast
I been stumbling thru the city picking shawties
But I never have been a joke
They wanna fuck me just to they did it
I used to think that that's a little gross
But now I see her at the end of the show
Call her lil boat cause I leave her soaked
Do it for my niggas in the bando, who working on the night shift
Suited 9-5, make the money come alive how I toss it and it's dancing on a nice chick
Recycle the mula then throw again, sorry baby that's the way it be
Homie you ain't really been of the same, you is something like a faded T
You ain't doing nothing till you back it up
Like Mac trucks, I'm that tough
See I ain't fuckin with lil shawty if she actin up
She know I get that kitty going, I'm the catalyst
Them white boys say I'm rad as fuck
I agree, bouta get my second degree
Think about it, this is really all that you do
And I'm still steps ahead like Fu Manchu
The way she on it, she a human chew
You munch me, but question babygirl who munch you
Play wit it like 2 on 2
Then get it dripping sweet slime like 2 fondues
I'm off that, I been J. Craw with the cross step
So don't spring just fall back, I'm letting you know
As far as retinas go, I'm retina blow this shit up with a detonous flow
They say that they want smoke but they don't want that
I take shots like cognac, a boss nigga
Got it on me straight outa the trunk
She a queen so I'm crowning her up
She told me she don't like the taste so she chase that (Chase that)
Run through her like H-backs, I state facts (State facts)
Swipe a nigga for all that he got, and invest in myself and people like state tax
Do it for my niggas in the bando, who working on the night shift
Suited 9-5, make the money come alive how I toss it and it's dancing on a nice chick
Recycle the mula then throw again, sorry baby that's the way it be
Homie you ain't really been of the same, you is something like a faded T
You faded nigga, I'm bout my business check the cadence nigga
Came a long way from recording in my Nana basement straight off of Decatur, nigga
Now a nigga done made it bigger
DC doing big tings
You don't even see the whole stitch
Custom suits by Ling Ling
Tip her well, you been drowning like a wishing well
I'm being honest, I ain't ever listen to ya shit
I know it will never sell, but I wish you well
You been moving like Gary snail
I been moving like Mr. Krabs
More money that's a bigger bag
We ain't talking if you finish last, Tough love
It blooms in the shade — a place it is least expected to thrive
The 'Fire' side of this dual LP is heavy-hitting and extremely unfuckwithable
While the 'Lily' Side is filled with ear-pleasing melodies and harmonies
Welcome... to Fire Lily
I'm on a whole 'nother level
Like I went from selling gas to the brick now
Big bezel on the wrist post-tour
At your neck like a tick now
All you hoes in a fit
The same nigga you was dissin is dissin your fit
All you niggas getting pissed
I'm posted up back of the party kissing your chick
I ain't have that type of love for her
But I'm really in my bag now
If she told me she was seeing you, nigga
I probably wouldn't even back down
Bigger bag, more cash now
Milky flow, Ima a cash cow
Came outta Belk with like 8 things
They should start thinking bout pat downs
It's often that we hit a lick on these niggas, same nigga since day 1
Only showed up to the party to network, and you still getting face done
Off the map like Macedonia
Caesar salad with the capers on it
My niggas told me that you slow
If you step in my ring, you ain't nothing but weak opponent
Call me when you get that 'L', I wanna know what it feel like
Bout them dubs like a bay nigga, Ima see em when I'm state-side
And I'm known like Statewide
Milo Case got the juice now
I remember I was copping a bottle but now when I go I cop 2 now
I been with the shits, but who was there when I was down and out (J.O.)
The same niggas that ain't see the dream
Oh they gon be mad when you count em up
And I been doing lotta counting lately
I ain't slim but I been really shady
Divide my bag with the dudes who made me
Then take what's mine like a dude from Haiti (Slime)
It ain't cute when you cutting throats
And I been cutting like I'm cutting toast
I been stumbling thru the city picking shawties
But I never have been a joke
They wanna fuck me just to they did it
I used to think that that's a little gross
But now I see her at the end of the show
Call her lil boat cause I leave her soaked
Do it for my niggas in the bando, who working on the night shift
Suited 9-5, make the money come alive how I toss it and it's dancing on a nice chick
Recycle the mula then throw again, sorry baby that's the way it be
Homie you ain't really been of the same, you is something like a faded T
You ain't doing nothing till you back it up
Like Mac trucks, I'm that tough
See I ain't fuckin with lil shawty if she actin up
She know I get that kitty going, I'm the catalyst
Them white boys say I'm rad as fuck
I agree, bouta get my second degree
Think about it, this is really all that you do
And I'm still steps ahead like Fu Manchu
The way she on it, she a human chew
You munch me, but question babygirl who munch you
Play wit it like 2 on 2
Then get it dripping sweet slime like 2 fondues
I'm off that, I been J. Craw with the cross step
So don't spring just fall back, I'm letting you know
As far as retinas go, I'm retina blow this shit up with a detonous flow
They say that they want smoke but they don't want that
I take shots like cognac, a boss nigga
Got it on me straight outa the trunk
She a queen so I'm crowning her up
She told me she don't like the taste so she chase that (Chase that)
Run through her like H-backs, I state facts (State facts)
Swipe a nigga for all that he got, and invest in myself and people like state tax
Do it for my niggas in the bando, who working on the night shift
Suited 9-5, make the money come alive how I toss it and it's dancing on a nice chick
Recycle the mula then throw again, sorry baby that's the way it be
Homie you ain't really been of the same, you is something like a faded T
You faded nigga, I'm bout my business check the cadence nigga
Came a long way from recording in my Nana basement straight off of Decatur, nigga
Now a nigga done made it bigger
DC doing big tings
You don't even see the whole stitch
Custom suits by Ling Ling
Tip her well, you been drowning like a wishing well
I'm being honest, I ain't ever listen to ya shit
I know it will never sell, but I wish you well
You been moving like Gary snail
I been moving like Mr. Krabs
More money that's a bigger bag
We ain't talking if you finish last, Tough love
Credits
Writer(s): Miles Braxton
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