Firemane

[Intro: Yeat]

(Send them packs out, I just pass, I like to [?] L.A. postal)

(Bitch, I bring them racks, they're makin' TikToks like they're supposed to)

(I live in the sun but these diamonds gon' get cold too)

(I said put the jeep [?] and get the-get the–)

(Lukovic got beats)

[Chorus: Izaya Tiji]

Pussy, I just skrt' on these thots, oh yeah (Flttt-flttt, flttt)

Pussy, I just skrt' on these thots, oh yeah (Shh-flttt)

Pussy, I just skrt' on these thots, oh yeah (Flttt-flttt, flttt)

Pussy, I just skrt' on these thots, oh yeah (Tsch-tsch, yeah)

Pussy, I just skrt' on these thots, oh yeah (Flttt-phew)

(Yeah) Pussy, I just skrt' on these thots, oh yeah (Flttt-flttt)

(Yеah) Pussy, I just skrt' on these thots, oh yeah (Flttt)

(Yеah) Pussy, I just skrt' on these thots, oh yeah (Tsch, tsch)

[Verse: Yeat]

(Yeah, brr)

I get these racks like I'm supposed to, (Yeah) yeah

You act like you supposed to (Sit down)

Yeah, I get bread like I'm supposed to (Sit down)

And she suck this dick like she supposed to (Sit down)

These kids ain't my kids, they sit in boosters (Sit down)

Yeah, wake up and get this bread like I'm a rooster

Yeah, wake up and get this cash, cash, cash (Let's go)

Wake up and get this bag, bag, bag (Let's go)

Yeah, all of my diamonds wet, these bitches gon' splash (Yeah)

Yeah, me and Zay was in that 'Vette, and I just damn near crashed (Oh yeah)

You showed me how weak your mental was, we know you in the past (Past)

I told her, "Give me that mental" I don't even wanna smash (Easy)

Yeah, what would you do if you was down bad with no cash? (Cash, yeah)

I guarantee you wouldn't make it out, you would never last (Ew)

We were racin' in the 'Vette, I closed my eyes, and went up in last (Swerve)

She was ridin' on my dick, and I was high, it made me laugh (Ha)

Money tall, this shit not eeny, not meeny, I call this bitch giraffe (It tall)

And this bitch just really made me mad, I pulled up and bitched her out (Yeah)

Yeah, they said I wouldn't be shit, so I told them to pull up and kiss my house (Yeah)

They said, "How you do that shit, how you do that man?" I had some style (How?)

They say, "How you did that shit when you didn't have cash?", boy, it took a while (Ha)

And I know that bitch was mad, so I looked back and gave her a smile

How you stay actin' so childish, then say you want you one? (What?)

If I emptied all my pockets, I'd still be worth more than your mom (Yeah)

Yes, that go for you suburban kids that think you from the slums (Yeah)

I had to get up off my ass, ain't nobody did the shit I done (Yeah)

[Chorus: Izaya Tiji]

Pussy, I just skrt' on these thots, oh yeah (Flttt-flttt, flttt)

Pussy, I just skrt' on these thots, oh yeah (Shh-flttt)

Pussy, I just skrt' on these thots, oh yeah (Flttt-flttt, flttt)

Pussy, I just skrt' on these thots, oh yeah (Tsch-tsch, yeah)

Pussy, I just skrt' on these thots, oh yeah (Flttt-phew)

(Yeah) Pussy, I just skrt' on these thots, oh yeah (Flttt-flttt)

(Yeah) Pussy, I just skrt' on these thots, oh yeah (Flttt)

(Yeah) Pussy, I just skrt' on these thots, oh yeah (Tsch, tsch)

[Outro: Yeat]

(Send them packs out, I just pass, I like to [?] L.A. postal)

(Bitch, I bring them racks, they're makin' TikToks like they're supposed to)

(I live in the sun but these diamonds gon' get cold too)

(I said put the jeep [?] and get the-get the–get the Rolls too)