Fire Sale - Church & AP Remix

(Yo Dera pick up your phone, I wanna try somethin' different)

This for the people that rebuy, resale, replay
I don't have time for your email
Don't pay attention to detail
Kickin' wit' brothers, you geekin' off females
Goin' out bad, pickin' up bro
I ain't got gas, he don't want no smoke
Get to my bag, I can't choke, yeah
Chop up the mull, and I'm floatin', yeah, huh

Run up on me, had to meet AP
From the concrete that T.A.T.
4 at the end and before 83
4 on the floor 'bout all I need
We buildin' it up, we breakin' it down
To play for these crowds, they love it (mwah)
They hearin' that bounce, they notice our sound
Don't play wit' me now, we run it

Ca-can't make like Miniclip, play no game
Gon make that Tinny flip, gain on gain
Don't do dat talk, den shh in person
Make that purchase, move like circus
Flip, we don't look like clowns
Can't play no part, can't be this real
Honest, so they wanna book us now
Tell 'em if the sum not right, don't bother

This for the people that rebuy, resale, replay
I don't have time for your email
Don't pay attention to detail
Kickin' wit' brothers, you geekin' off females
Goin' out bad, pickin' up bro
I ain't got gas, he don't want no smoke
Get to my bag, yeah, huh
Get to my bag, yeah, yeah

When I hit that earn, gotta cover my face
Little opp boy leg it, light race
Six man deep, go fill up the case
Break it back down, then cut it, no shape
Huh, back page no book, them boy they're shook
But I know I can't leave no trace
Ain't no runnin', no chase
Gon' get to the base
New stainless tucked in my waist

(Ye-yeah)
H-how many flopped, done nada?
My man widdit, not your Tama
Come down Potter, me don dada
Only come out when the boy get slumber

Pray I get cash if they call my number
Keep it on stash when they put a man under, under
Put me first class when the pay flies
Dem guys let it all burn like usser
(Like usser? Nah, I meant fuckin' Usher you fool)

This for the people that rebuy, resale, replay
I don't have time for your email
Don't pay attention to detail
Kickin' wit' brothers, you geekin' off females
Goin' out bad, pickin' up bro
I ain't got gas, he don't want no smoke
Get to my bag, I can't choke it, yeah
Chop up the mull, and I'm floatin', yeah, huh

(Good Job, Dera)



Credits
Writer(s): Albert Purcell, Dera Meelan, Elijah Manu
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