Pyro

[Intro] Yeah, Webby Time to light this fucker up, you know We came to burn the place down [Verse 1] I'm here to say I'm stuck in my ways Still no signs of change that are comin' with age And still got drugs for days Still drunk on stage And still keep me some pussy cats Got a couple of strays The Tabby and the Siamese Want that Meow-Mix please Got 'em purring while I work 'em and givin' 'em what they need What they want What you really want, want? With the seams about the rip With that ass tryna fit in them jeans She rubbin' on me like I got a genie caught in a lamp She like it when I'm dominant and make her follow commands A little freak on a leash in the palm of my hand My little Jasmine, 5'4", foreign and tan And we can ride through them streets like I'm Prince Ali Until the gas tanks dry and the whips on E I got the raspy voice but I'm still on key So let's ride baby, ven aquí And you know we gon' [Chorus] We gon' ride out, get up and go (Wile out) We gon' wile out, give 'em a show (Hit 'em high) Hit 'em high, now hit 'em down low And if you don't know, we came to burn the place down Slide out, switchin' lanes like, woah (Like, woah) Fast life but the whip ride slow (Skrt, skrt) Bad bitch sittin' shotty in the Rover Game over, yo We came to burn the place down [Verse 2] So get the flame ignited Pull up with the squad and create a crisis With a team full of broads all shapes and sizes Give it to 'em just the way they like it Yeah, I got a milf makin' eggs when I stay the night And a little ratchet ass, Bhad Bhabie type With a coke head chick doin' lines off my dick And a good girl I could probably make my wife Yeah, them bad bitches Them scantily clad bitches Those put it in they mouth so deep, they gag, bitches Those unresolved issues with their dad, bitches Who really outside, ain't messin' with catfishes And the average is a nine or ten Hit it then get back a bit So find a pen So I can write my life down with these rhymes and then I'm back at it when it's time again 'Cause you know we 'bout to [Chorus] We gon' ride out, get up and go (Wile out) We gon' wile out, give 'em a show (Hit 'em high) Hit 'em high, now hit 'em down low And if you don't know, we came to burn the place down Slide out, switchin' lanes like, woah (Like, woah) Fast life but the whip ride slow (Skrt, skrt) Bad bitch sittin' shotty in the Rover Game over, yo We came to burn the place down [Bridge] Got the gasoline and matches Hear them sirens all around Make 'em bump to this They gon' build a smart city when I'm done with this I'm known to play with fire I won't quit until I burn it to the ground And a few set to blow So it's game time, ready, set, go [Verse 3] Check, back up in this bitch like a uterus And I don't even rock a rubber when I'm doin' this Bars on me, been around, not new to this They say that I'm a lot of things I'll wear it if the shoe will fit Howlin' at the moon and shit They're sayin' that I'm nuts Full blown lunatic Jameson in the cup Gator tails on the table as a way of wakin' up In the spot like bacitracin, I be stayin' in the cut (Yeah) Try to take us out? Well, that gon' take a lot of ya Shades on my face, uh Movin' like the Mafia Roll like John Gotti Fill a bag with a body Yeah, I put 'em down, dawg Got 'em laying in Shavasana Ride like I'm racin' Cops can't catch but they try so they chasin' A young Tom Vercetti I'm calm and ready and all of Vice City's mine for the taking Webb [Chorus] We gon' ride out, get up and go (Wile out) We gon' wile out, give 'em a show (Hit 'em high) Hit 'em high, now hit 'em down low And if you don't know, we came to burn the place down Slide out, switchin' lanes like, woah (Like, woah) Fast life but the whip ride slow (Skrt, skrt) Bad bitch sittin' shotty in the Rover Game over, yo We came to burn the place down