f 8 k – on fire lyrics
(hook: f 8 k )
b+tch i’m on fire n+gga
i’m running through the racks n+gga
serving em packs n+gga
i’m grabbing that mac n+gga
i make the brick walk
i make the plug talk
whippin’ the crack raw
i’m hanging with dope boys
(verse 1: f 8 k)
i got the dog food could serve you for dinner
never gon stop till i flood out arenas
i ran the work then go flip all the profit
i got me a rocket , i stay with the ratchet
i f+cked the b+tch and her p+ssy got mileage
i did me some dirt but i’m never gon say
i know that game but i’m never gon play
gotta watch out for the snakes in my garden
building a life gotta stay out the dirt
play with the bros you might just end up dead
we in a race you can never come first
hearing the hate gotta pop me a perc
weaving the demons so i got me a ‘vet
i got my foot on their neck
hitters don’t miss gotta aim for the head
never met khaled but i know we the best
i talk my sh+t yeah em n+ggas song like me
sticking the d+ck in your wifey
now we know why he don’t like me
i came from the mud yeah i’m talking the projects
the b+tch you just dmed,i done f+cked her
iced up my wrist with rollies and audemars
saying she loves me i know that sh+t full of cap
done with the b+tch so i gotta get rid of her
(hook: f 8 k )
b+tch i’m on fire n+gga
i’m running through the racks n+gga
serving em packs n+gga
i’m grabbing that mac n+gga
i make the brick walk
i make the plug talk
whippin’ the crack raw
i’m hanging with dope boys
(verse 2: f 8 k)
catching a body we never gon tell
i flipped his b+tch and i left her on read
toting em glizzy and toting em tecs
cheated on me so i f+cked all her friends
free all the bros they still stuck in the pen
play with us then we gon get on your ass
smoking that loud i can’t hang with no rats
talking that sh+t we gon get on your ass
saving this money gotta run up the stacks
came from the bottom my n+ggas gon eat
f+ck all the trials i ain’t taking no plea
play with the gang we gon take off his wig
n+ggas be rats so i’m never gon speak
homies be telling gotta watch how you speak
f+ck all the favors ain’t doing for free
f+ck all these haters we send em the heat
(hook: f 8 k )
b+tch i’m on fire n+gga
i’m running through the racks n+gga
serving em packs n+gga
i’m grabbing that mac n+gga
i make the brick walk
i make the plug talk
whippin’ the crack raw
i’m hanging with dope boys
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