Wildfire Remix

[Intro] Yeah.. You know we got the wine glasses poured out and shit, right? Check me out, though [Verse 1: Anilyst] She rolled through range on black So cool with the bass on blast The way that tattoo stains your back Shake that ass Move, make your racks Ain't you past due to pay your tax I don't g-g-gotta work harder to pay y'all that Girl, I got it hard as a baseball bat Give it to you raw Could you take all that? I-I-I just wanna make bucks, gain more cash I can tell these lame fucks ain't gone last Tell 'em all to wake up Ain't no chance If you're thinkin' you can make it with the same old trash I ain't gone speak I'll resist the urges Callin' you weak cause your shit be worthless Falling asleep when you spit your verses Make it harder to breathe So your bitch be nervous Mellow while pickin' the weapon to grip Incredible spittin' impeccable shit Tell a ho "Hello, come get on this dick" Get a gold medal for messin' with chicks (messin' with chicks) In the mood to write a song Never cared about if I've used her right or wrong Dude's just rhymin' on, new phenomenon Fuck a chain, I don't move with diamonds on I don't ask for my wrist to glisten I just want the masses of chicks to listen So I can get some ass and some tits to dip in I just wanna smash, we can skip the kissin' (Yeah..) Baby pop it and drop it Tip me for days, I should drop a deposit Shawty got thighs that'll wobble and walk in Makin' yo eyes wanna pop out their sockets Look... (x8) [Hook: Anilyst] x2 My mind's up and it's soarin' Five cups of that foreign Fly as fuck in my Jordans All these dimes love my recordings I light enough to start a wildfire (x4) [Verse 2: Anilyst] Got a need for increasing my pay rate When you're deep in your sleep, I'ma stay awake Speak to the streets in a major way I'm a beast how I beat on these 808's He's been a G since the cradle days Preaching while he's got his finger raised Plead to your knees Make you pray for days Bleed 'till you're reaching your fatal case He's been the type that'll hype five critics Sneak in your Beemer and side swipe in it Weed looking greener than Popeye's spinach Read the demeanor of white hype with it So, bro be cautious Choking you, hoping you won't be conscious Got homies and OGs to hold you hostage My roadies and broadies be so obnoxious (what...?) Homie hit the deck Looking for anyone's splittin' a check Slippin' your disc while I twist your neck Gon' keep giving it kicks till it disconnects Your bitch is insisting I kiss her neck Addicted, expressing an indirect Digging my dick in my intellect She be sending me pics through the internet I'ma rise to the top, never try to doubt me You ain't able to stop me or not allow me Face full of shots if you talk around me Got a stage full of bops that'll flock around me Doper than that I've never tried to floss Known as the guy that's the rhyming boss I'm over and high bitch, I'm signing off (I'm over and high bitch, I'm signing off...) [Hook]