On Fire

Don't make him mad, he'll put that side bitch on him
 Don't make him mad, he'll put that side bitch on him
 You made him mad, he put you right back on there
 You made him mad, he put you right back where you started
 Ain't got no more wristband (whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa)
 Yeah, boutta stack up my figures, ayy (whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa)
 Fuck you thought? Pussy ass nigga
 Hop off a jet, hop off a Jeep
 Hop off a jet, hop off a skrrt
 Hop off a jet, hop on a jet
 Hop off a jet, hold on!
 Shot that boy so many times he caught on fire
 Every single night I'm spittin' fire
 Tryna count my profit, baby watch 'em
 I'm tired of one, I need two, threesome (yeah)
 I need a threesome
 God, give me a threesome
 Three, three, three, three, threesome
 Push your head up in these strong arms
 Every city I leave, I lean on
 Ashes in the Bentley, I'm that raw
 Wooden room in my Japanese home
 Rockin' gas in my Japanese drawers (rockin' gas)
 My friends signed my Japanese wall
 Vintage clothes, they kinda cost
 I think you lost, baby girl I think you lost but
 Don't make him mad, he'll put that side bitch on him
 Don't make him mad, he'll put that side bitch on him
 You made him mad, he put you right back on there
 You made him mad, he put you right back where you started
 Ain't got no more wristbands but I got bands on me
 Ain't got no more wristbands but I got bands on me
 I'm in love with my clan, boutta tat they names on me
 You can't trick me like I got the answers tatted on me
 And ain't got no scratches on me
 I got a ratchet hoe and I got that ratchet on me
 My life like dominoes, I can't make mistakes lil' homie
 Ayy, I ain't got no scratches nowhere
 I got good skin like a cover girl
 You can come and chill with me
 Let's drink a pint of codeine
 Plus when she on syrup she a lil' easy
 Breezy beautiful thugger girls with me
 Enjoy the wealth until you're gone
 Pillsbury doughboy on strong
 Wearing the seat belt just 'cause my son
 I put a puddle on the neck of my son
 I got your back, I got some red in my tummy
 I want some velvet on my Maybach in a month
 I got the Benz, still ain't traded in or nothin'
 I got like 20 cars, baby pick one
 Don't make him mad, he'll put that side bitch on him
 Don't make him mad, he'll put that side bitch on him
 You made him mad, he put you right back on there
 You made him mad, he put you right back where you started
 Ain't got no more wristbands but I got bands on me
 Ain't got no more wristbands but I got bands on me
 I'm in love with my clan, boutta tat they names on me
 You can't trick me like I got the answers tatted on me
 And ain't got no scratches on me
 Got blood, right on my boots, mm
 You kick 'em, let bitches swoop
 Mm, how dare you, I keep the ruler
 Mm, my chains, I'm Rick the Ruler
 Mm, that's foreign, ain't no school
 We killin', ain't tryna sue you
 Mm, came a long way from ramen noodles, mm
 Mm, 2017 Porshes zoom, mm
 I see you eatin' girl, you full
 Got Molly in my Red Bull
 I'm with the dolls, and yeah, we cruel
 Everything you do be fire like you
 Don't make him mad, he'll put that side bitch on him
 Don't make him mad, he'll put that side bitch on him
 You made him mad, he put you right back on there
 You made him mad, he put you right back where you started
 Ain't got no more wristbands (whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa)
 Yeah, boutta stack up my figures, ayy (whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa)
 Fuck you thought? Pussy ass nigga
 Hop off a jet, hop off a Jeep
 Hop off a jet, hop off skrrt
 Hop off a jet, hop on a jet
 Hop off a jet, hold on!