Fire in the Booth

[Verse 1] And we still gon kill him Word to my mother, we don't feel no feelings I love this life, can't chill my livin' Got a problem with a nigga, get a car, go drill him, look Huh, yeah, and we got agreements We uppin' the score, but we still not even Dealin' with opps in the gym at the beacon I tell my gunman that I need a mop I can't wait till they free the opp Nigga, I take a molly, go beef with blocks Nigga, soon as the touch me gon' meet the grrah, grrah, boom, huh I feel like the king of this drill shit, grrah-grrah, boom Yeah, I feel like the king of this drill shit, look, huh Don't play with mines, front of the club, we don't wait in lines If he get backdoored, he gon' say we slimed Hеard he droppin' the Woo, we don't pay him mind, look Huh, hе want a name, for real, huh I tell him glide, niggas gon' slide, he get a name, for real, look I did a song, that shit was drill, I got a major deal, huh Niggas my sons, he think he tough, that's how I made him feel, yeah Look, huh, and we go crazy still, huh, yeah, and we go crazy still [Interlude: Fivio Foreign & Charlie Sloth] Yeah, Fivio in the building There we go (Ight lets get it my guy) There we go (you in it now we warmed up) You needed some of that (I needed some of that, I was falling asleep today) Yeah, what everybody else- look Yeah, drink some more take some more shots Yeah, I like hearing your voice Uh, let's do it (let's get it Fivio let's go) Woo, I just like this song, like I just like they be singin' on this song Yeah, uh, yeah, look [Verse 2] Ain't no more peace talks, if I'm feelin' froggy, I leap off I catch a body in the Bronx, then go to Brooklyn do a peace walk Imagine I'm talkin' like we soft, imagine me givin' em free sauce Imagine my shooter told me he caught one, I said, "Nigga, you need more" Caught a opp in the spot tryna sneak off, so I sent a lil' thot tryna speak off She wanna argue and speak off, I sent lil' bitches the cheat call I give 'em pressure, I dare a nigga try to test us He wanna fight, that nigga extra, I got a gun, I am not a wrestler Yeah, me and Kay Flock connected Opps wanna diss, they tryna record, bullets is goin' through his session And I'm holdin' down the killers, I'm holdin' down the killers Don't act like your bodies is bigger, don't make me go hurt me a nigga, look, huh Please don't act like your bodies is a bigger, don't make me go hurt me a nigga