Fire

[Verse 1]

I was about as uncool as a niece's mother's biggest brother

But now it's all butter

Now I'm bout as uncool as some cover to a pool from a puddle

Like a monsoon but subtler

Slowly pull up my pants

A sagger to a flooder

Now you need a submarine the way I'm cuffin' my jeans

Like I'm arrestin' my dress code

The dress clothes and the dress toes

So let's roll

Ghetto Lambda Lambda's how I address those

Niggas might peep and think geek

But you need that when you knee-deep goin' on waist-high

Get up to your neck just like a great tie

I finally got the Windsor

Like on my eighth try

Your shirt's still soakin' wet

Your slacks ain't dry

And I have yet to even fall from the sky

I'm hotter than red with a head full of lye

Better run and get Spike, tell him I'm on fire

[Verse 2]

Hell, I don't wanna see you like a male stripper

As you picture yourself lookin' at pictures of male strippers

That's how that I don't wanna go to hell nigga

Wish you well like a wishin' well wisher wish itself

It fell at first so now I sail with you

If it happen to sink

I pitch in with pails

And pitchers, bucket, and cup it back to the river

Then cover the leak with Garbage Pail Kid stickers

{dynamite} and first aid the way your saviors

Now your flow look like my bedroom door when I was four

No rockin that boat, or you be swimmin', fo sho

Oh, I stay ship-shape all aboard

That's just how I roll

When I try and keep the run afloat

Hating's a disease

And it's deadly if you catch it

Crabs in the bucket

Always tryna pull me backwards

Position rarely change so they don't really matter

If not the same then similar like Asher and Mathers

[Verse 3]

Bully or I bogard

Bodacious so I'm Humphrey

I used to rubber band but now I got a bungee

If you let me expand

That refers to the money

Gucci's all good

Chanel is all chummy

And that ain't even for me

My honey and my mommy

I'd rather be bummy, nappy on top

Cipriani in my tummy

The fade is for the fans

Not even for my fans

It's more for like the brand

Whether you hear the words or just a show of hands

The sign language lady who be translatin' my jams

You really like the beats or you barely understand

Why I throw my set up wherever I am

Man, it's cause I love my town

My mind was a sponge, but now it's Sham-Wow

I never throw in the towel so just wipe me down

But don't you get too close

They might have to put you out