Fire

Marc Boomin

What the fuck I'm gonna do today?
Should I drink this whole pint right now
 or drink a deuce a day?
Should I go and spend a thousand
Dollars on these Louis frames?
Yesterday I tricked a bitch
 I told her I was Louie Ray
This my third time hittin' a
Bitch off Louie name
I probably dog drinking cough syrup
Or Gucci snakes
'Cause this Gucci collar chokin' me
I ain't wear the shoes today
I remember when I tried to
Fuck my case worker
Got all in her head and made the
Bitch write me a car voucher
Bought a lil eater
Then I sold it for two thousand dollars
Bought a pound of weed from my
Nigga and a ounce of powder
Fell off two or three times between
But I made twenty thousand

Fell off two or three times
Between and blew twenty thousand
Sippin' straight drop
Got the lean straight from Doogie Howser
Beefin' with some niggas around the corner
Made him move his momma
Got a lawsuit for forty K
And bought a new Marauder
Slap a nigga while he got a stick
What he gon' do about it?
Sold my nigga in the V a pint
And took two up out it
Did so much shit in my life
Could make movie out it
Chain twenty, I got eighteen
I need two more thousand
Glass pint of red and it's all mine
Told my cousin if he hog the lean
I'ma hogtie him pourin' up a three while I
Got the whip on autopilot
Just got a whole Hellcat
Wrapped in carbon fiber

Niggas better chill down before
The carbon fire
Kill four niggas in the whip and
Set the car on fire
I know some swipers who be rushin'
Their cards gon' expire
Fuck my head up when my momma
Set that heart on fire

Just got a flat screen for four hundred
Bro work at Meijer's
Doing donuts in the opp hood
Gotta change the tires
Fucked her off a Perc for thirty minutes
Went to sleep I'm tired
Ain't have a choice but to sell dope
'cause I couldn't get higher