Fired Up

Come in this bitch and I bust like a grape
Designer the sheets and Gucci her taint
She ready for me she wet as a lake
I came out the can I'm drippin like paint
Hating on me the opps like the jakes
Coming correct won't make a mistake
Life is some beans you can get baked
Put you on TV now you a shape
Singing like Stevie never a saint
Come to the back I serve you a plate
I make it look easy and run to the bank
Got it on lock head right to the safe
Crew is all sus you runnin with lames
I pop out the cut you hiding in shame
Say you a savage but average and tame
Run up the score you losing the game

I'm cooking I'm hot I'm fired up
She looking I'm not I'm tired bruh
It took me a lot the prior route
I shook it all up conspire though

Like a eight on it's side I am infinite
Seeking out protection like we intimate
Can't play me instrument
Copied me the form was done up triplicate
Read they rights like they all wasn't different
Im being nice when I said I wasn't into shit
I realize that was always what the mission is
Need a vice to describe these certain instances
Dance on ice everytime that the fucking blizzard hit



Credits
Writer(s): Brady Nelson
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