Pyro

[Chorus: Kris Kasanova]

I'm a pyro

Fuck you niggas, die slow

And my eyes low

Fuck that, roll that hydro, ho

This your mama crib? She got Geico?

Treat this shit like Pepsi, [?]

And burn this fucker down

[Verse 1: Kris Kasanova]

You know my motto:

Live today like, "Fuck tomorrow"

Fuck with models 'cause they swallow

I don't keep 'em, I just borrow

If you with it, then I'm with it

If you not, I'll get you slitted, then I'll hit it anyways

Thank God for weed and Alazay

You know a party ain't a party 'less we ill and liquor spillin'

Pretty women, they revealin'

High as fuck, but we still chillin'

See my niggas, they be villains

Somethin' straight out of a billion

Fuck your movie script, bitch

On the scene, we be ill, and

See, your homegirl is a groupie

Rollin doobies in the hoopty

Poppin' roofies 'til she woozy

Shе gon' do her, she gon' do me, it's a moviе

You fuckin' up rotation, wait your turn, ho

Roof is on fire, let that motherfucker burn, ho

[Chorus: Kris Kasanova]

I'm a pyro

Fuck you niggas, die slow

And my eyes low

Fuck that, roll that hydro, ho

This your mama crib? She got Geico?

Treat this shit like Pepsi, [?]

And burn this fucker down

Down, down, down, down

Light it up and burn it to the

Ground, ground, ground (Burn it to the)

Ground, ground, ground, ground (Burn it to the)

[Verse 2: Zombie Juice]

Where's the pyro? (Huh?) Bitch, light those

Ate too many shrooms, need lypo

In the booze with the goons [?], and we got that heater

So trippy like the '60s (Yes), Juicy and a couple bitties (Uh)

Set this bitch on fire, all my niggas comin' with me

Down some Hen', drink some gin (Yes)

Get this in (Down that) with a friend (Woo)

Pull her in (Uh) the bathroom, then

Stroke her out (Bang), let her taste your jizz

I'm really in my zone (Really, though)

On fire, set in stone (Really, though)

The shit I kick is cold (Yes)

Rap for dead, Brooklyn's own (Uh)

Z-O-M-bie (Zombie), pimp game vicious (Goddamn right)

Golds in my mouth, where the goddamn Swishers? (Where they at?)

Every day's a high day, Friday, smokin' 'til we Zombies

Stoned like I'm concrete (I'm high as fuck)

Gettin' brain like it's a hobby

She gettin' me the jaw (I love her brain, though), calls me pa

Brings me money all the time, never whines

Sour high, all the time

Zombie Gang off the chain

Off top, Brooklyn, man

Flatbush in this bitch

[Chorus: Kris Kasanova]

I'm a pyro

Fuck you niggas, die slow

And my eyes low

Fuck that, roll that hydro, ho

This your mama crib? She got Geico?

Treat this shit like Pepsi, [?]

And burn this fucker down

Down, down, down, down

Light it up and burn it to the

Ground, ground, ground (Burn it to the)

Ground, ground, ground, ground (Burn it to the)

[Verse 3: Meechy Darko]

Darko, AKA Six-Feet-Spectacular (Alright)

Marvelous vernacular, my grammar is grandiose

Braggadocious (Bitch), flexin' in the mirror as I bang her chocha

I'm a mix between Solomon and the old Puff (Mix it up)

Dancin' in my gold fronts (Take that)

Charm? So nuts (Take that)

No gyne', still her soul blush (Take that)

I love a pretty bitch that talk shit when she roll up (Roll it)

But enough about she, let's talk about I, me

And how I trampled the beat like I got a million feet

Walking dead, we deceased

Crazy hair, gold teeth

Blood stains on my Jordan 3's (Zombie)

Blue Dream, Sour Dies'

Now I lean like codeine, my G (Zombie)

This weed make me feel like I'm nine feet

Really, I am six feet deep, bitch (Deep), deep, bitch

Zombie Gang, Zombie Gang (Zombie Gang)

Bitch, we on that street shit