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