Fyea - Quarantine Version
That boy Is our last hope
Yeah yeah
Yeah yeah
Look at my numbers Oh I just went crazy
It's been a long time I was feelin' so jaded
Was payin' my dues Now you gotta pay me
Gimme my paper
Yeah
Watch how I move
I'm shadin' the baiters
Don't Sip on my drip
I'm flooden the latest
So many Diamond's I feel like the greatest
I'm still on the Nawf And I'm rockin' wit Vader
Oh you outta pocket Oh That is so fatal
I don't need a mask I'm shooting a facial
Hold up
Action
Goin out sad Not a option
Check my
Status
Still hold my weight Wit the baddest
Gotta BB Ima buss down
Ride around town And I'm up now
Came a long way From the look out
Might shut it down At the gold lounge
Might pop a 'pagne In the gold room
Feds did a sweep But we been moved
Now I'm in a cat Wit the big boom
Zero to a hundred That's a big zoom
All about my money Ima tycoon
Rack it up Put it In a cycle
Double up baby That's a boss move
Money over clout So I can't lose
This how it look When you got juice
You can see my story In my tattoos
Lost dead weight Boutta cut loose
It was real funny When ya hit snooze
Stupid
We on fire
Aw yeah
Alright
We on fire
We on fire
Aw yeah
Alright
We on fire
We on fire
They despise us
Goin higher
Goin higher
Yeah
Tried to tie us
We defiers
You can't blind us
Just ignite us
Doin' numbers off a interlude
Tell me really whatcha wanna do
Gotta baddy wit a body too
Ask for one but she gave me two
Fireman like I'm Tunechi
I should really make a movie
They ain't wanna see me do this
I been around you was clueless
Ace of spade On the day to day
Never know if it's Night or day
Rock star lifestyle
Got my guitar Jumpin out a airplane
Culture vultures Wanna stow away
know you mad You a throw away
Drip hard Ball hard
Carbon copies Don't last
We see the fake
LA wit the Lakers
Fade away from the haters
Five rings I'm the greatest
Closed case No debatin'
Drip Bayless Goin crazy
I got hits Ima amazing
Got the flame No black ball
You gone have Get my paper
If one more label Try to stop me
We on fire
Aw yeah
Alright
We on fire
We on fire
Aw yeah
Alright
We on fire
We on fire
Aw yeah
Alright
We on fire
We on fire
Aw yeah
Alright
We on fire
We on fire
Aw yeah
Alright
We on fire
We on fire
Aw yeah
Alright
We on fire
Yeah yeah
Yeah yeah
Look at my numbers Oh I just went crazy
It's been a long time I was feelin' so jaded
Was payin' my dues Now you gotta pay me
Gimme my paper
Yeah
Watch how I move
I'm shadin' the baiters
Don't Sip on my drip
I'm flooden the latest
So many Diamond's I feel like the greatest
I'm still on the Nawf And I'm rockin' wit Vader
Oh you outta pocket Oh That is so fatal
I don't need a mask I'm shooting a facial
Hold up
Action
Goin out sad Not a option
Check my
Status
Still hold my weight Wit the baddest
Gotta BB Ima buss down
Ride around town And I'm up now
Came a long way From the look out
Might shut it down At the gold lounge
Might pop a 'pagne In the gold room
Feds did a sweep But we been moved
Now I'm in a cat Wit the big boom
Zero to a hundred That's a big zoom
All about my money Ima tycoon
Rack it up Put it In a cycle
Double up baby That's a boss move
Money over clout So I can't lose
This how it look When you got juice
You can see my story In my tattoos
Lost dead weight Boutta cut loose
It was real funny When ya hit snooze
Stupid
We on fire
Aw yeah
Alright
We on fire
We on fire
Aw yeah
Alright
We on fire
We on fire
They despise us
Goin higher
Goin higher
Yeah
Tried to tie us
We defiers
You can't blind us
Just ignite us
Doin' numbers off a interlude
Tell me really whatcha wanna do
Gotta baddy wit a body too
Ask for one but she gave me two
Fireman like I'm Tunechi
I should really make a movie
They ain't wanna see me do this
I been around you was clueless
Ace of spade On the day to day
Never know if it's Night or day
Rock star lifestyle
Got my guitar Jumpin out a airplane
Culture vultures Wanna stow away
know you mad You a throw away
Drip hard Ball hard
Carbon copies Don't last
We see the fake
LA wit the Lakers
Fade away from the haters
Five rings I'm the greatest
Closed case No debatin'
Drip Bayless Goin crazy
I got hits Ima amazing
Got the flame No black ball
You gone have Get my paper
If one more label Try to stop me
We on fire
Aw yeah
Alright
We on fire
We on fire
Aw yeah
Alright
We on fire
We on fire
Aw yeah
Alright
We on fire
We on fire
Aw yeah
Alright
We on fire
We on fire
Aw yeah
Alright
We on fire
We on fire
Aw yeah
Alright
We on fire
Credits
Writer(s): Tyran Murrel
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