Fireman
Brown and tan
Sweet like honey sweet like jam (Sweet like Jam)
Race off in my X6
I don't do traffic jams (Traffic jams)
She asked me what's the plan (Plan)
I told her take your fucking pick
Here's a couple grand, couple bands
We so lit
Call the fireman, fireman (Lit)
Ain't no way they test the gang got guns like It's Iran, Yeah
Rolling loud like I'm in Amsterdam (Dam)
I'm too high can't ever land
I been shooting I been fucking swishing
This real life and you don't get no wishes (Wish, wish)
Yeah, Please don't hit my phone unless it's business (Please) That bitch don't love me she So Vindictive (Bitch)
Plenty of fish in the sea
Rock balmain can't rock supreme (Yeah Yeah)
I'm just doing me
Ass so fat that I had to pree (Yeah)
She say ima dog I don't eat pedigree (No)
Bitch I run the field like referees (Referee)
I ain't got no degree
But ima boss
Spend that shit don't watch the cost,
Can't rock Nike with Lacoste yeah (Lacoste)
These guys so lost (Lost, yeah)
I'm making profits Can't take no fucking losses (Take no fucking loss)
Brown and tan
Sweet like honey sweet like jam (Sweet like jam)
Race off in my X6
I don't do traffic jams (No)
She asked me what's the plan (Plan, yeah)
I told her take your fucking pick
Here's a couple grand, couple bands (Couple Bands) We so lit, Call the fireman, fireman (Lit)
Ain't no way they test the gang got guns like it's Iran (Yeah) Yeah
Rolling loud like I'm in Amsterdam (Dam)
I'm too high can't ever land (No)
Can't mix liquids with the solids
That's just how I'm rocking
I fucked her on the bonnet (What) Yeah
And now she want some love songs and sonnets, Yeah, Yeah
Yeah I need that cash
Bitch I'm itching like a rash (Yeah)
She suck my dick in the Catalac
(Bitch) don't text her back
Don't text her back
Don't call her back
(Don't call her back, no)
I ain't got no degree, But ima boss
Spend that shit don't watch the cost
Can't rock Nike with Lacoste (Yeah)
These guys so lost (Lost, yeah)
I'm making profits
Can't take no fucking losses (Take no loss)
Brown and tan
Sweet like honey sweet like jam
(Sweet like Jam) Race off in my X6
I don't do traffic jams (Traffic jam)
She asked me what's the plan (Plan)
I told her take your fucking pick
Here's a couple grand, couple bands (Bands)
We so lit
Call the fireman, fireman (Lit)
Ain't no way they test the gang got guns like It's Iran (Yeah) Yeah
Rolling loud like I'm in Amsterdam (Dam)
I'm too high can't ever land
Sweet like honey sweet like jam (Sweet like Jam)
Race off in my X6
I don't do traffic jams (Traffic jams)
She asked me what's the plan (Plan)
I told her take your fucking pick
Here's a couple grand, couple bands
We so lit
Call the fireman, fireman (Lit)
Ain't no way they test the gang got guns like It's Iran, Yeah
Rolling loud like I'm in Amsterdam (Dam)
I'm too high can't ever land
I been shooting I been fucking swishing
This real life and you don't get no wishes (Wish, wish)
Yeah, Please don't hit my phone unless it's business (Please) That bitch don't love me she So Vindictive (Bitch)
Plenty of fish in the sea
Rock balmain can't rock supreme (Yeah Yeah)
I'm just doing me
Ass so fat that I had to pree (Yeah)
She say ima dog I don't eat pedigree (No)
Bitch I run the field like referees (Referee)
I ain't got no degree
But ima boss
Spend that shit don't watch the cost,
Can't rock Nike with Lacoste yeah (Lacoste)
These guys so lost (Lost, yeah)
I'm making profits Can't take no fucking losses (Take no fucking loss)
Brown and tan
Sweet like honey sweet like jam (Sweet like jam)
Race off in my X6
I don't do traffic jams (No)
She asked me what's the plan (Plan, yeah)
I told her take your fucking pick
Here's a couple grand, couple bands (Couple Bands) We so lit, Call the fireman, fireman (Lit)
Ain't no way they test the gang got guns like it's Iran (Yeah) Yeah
Rolling loud like I'm in Amsterdam (Dam)
I'm too high can't ever land (No)
Can't mix liquids with the solids
That's just how I'm rocking
I fucked her on the bonnet (What) Yeah
And now she want some love songs and sonnets, Yeah, Yeah
Yeah I need that cash
Bitch I'm itching like a rash (Yeah)
She suck my dick in the Catalac
(Bitch) don't text her back
Don't text her back
Don't call her back
(Don't call her back, no)
I ain't got no degree, But ima boss
Spend that shit don't watch the cost
Can't rock Nike with Lacoste (Yeah)
These guys so lost (Lost, yeah)
I'm making profits
Can't take no fucking losses (Take no loss)
Brown and tan
Sweet like honey sweet like jam
(Sweet like Jam) Race off in my X6
I don't do traffic jams (Traffic jam)
She asked me what's the plan (Plan)
I told her take your fucking pick
Here's a couple grand, couple bands (Bands)
We so lit
Call the fireman, fireman (Lit)
Ain't no way they test the gang got guns like It's Iran (Yeah) Yeah
Rolling loud like I'm in Amsterdam (Dam)
I'm too high can't ever land
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Writer(s): Josh Chauhan
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