Light It Up

There ain’t nothin' you can do
When you see us comin' through
Burnin' up the room
Got the fire in the booth (Okay!)
Light 'em up, light 'em up (Up) light 'em up
Someone call the firetruck, yeah fire it up
Way too hot, finna burn it up
Lookin' at the future and it’s bright as fuck
Line 'em up, light it up, fire it up, that’s enough
Line 'em up, light it up, fire it up, that’s enough
Line 'em up, light it up, fire it up, that’s enough
That’s enough (Tha-tha-tha) light it up
You know I’m ballin' and I got it like a quarterback
Stayin' lit while 'em suckas tryna find a match
Man, rollin' motherfuckers like they sticky wax
I don’t need your two cents, I’m a piggybank
All I see is dollars and commas in city bank
Lotta' guap lotta' guala, you gimme all of that
You’s another one to holler?- No I don’t call 'em back
And I don’t follow nothin, I be leadin' wolf packs (Ruff!)
We’ll kick shit, well I’m throwin' that
Get wiggidy-wiggidy-wiggidy wack
Go back in your dad’s ballsack
Takin' your ass to one on one class
Murder the people that’s feelin' the rap
Murderin' tracks, I’m burnin' their fans
I’m ready to the map
I keep it 100, I give it a stack
Show me the money and give me a bag
Spendin' the money to get it right back
Back, like a boomerang, b-b-b-boomerang
Watch me do my thing, NYC to LAX
Independent legend mane, and we spit the blue flame
There ain’t nothin' you can do
When you see us comin' through
Burnin' up the room
Got the fire in the booth (Okay!)
Light 'em up, light 'em up (Up) light 'em up
Someone call the firetruck, yeah fire it up
Way too hot, finna burn it up
Lookin' at the future and it’s bright as fuck
Line 'em up, light it up, fire it up, that’s enough
Line 'em up, light it up, fire it up, that’s enough
Line 'em up, light it up, fire it up, that’s enough
That’s enough (Tha-tha-tha) light it up
There ain’t nothin' you can do when I step up into this booth
I got a list of names to kill, and bitch I pick who I choose
You better hope you never land on it
I don’t let people camp on it
I’ll eat up any rapper tryna' stop me, I’m a Hannibal
collection' souls, you suck like nectar
Bitch, who’s next? I’m a ghost, unlike spectre
I’m like Inspecter Gadget though
Go-go gadget rapid flow
Haters hoppin' on my dick like it’s a fucking pogo, these hoes know
That I’ma kill they man and make 'em solo
I’m no go
I’m spittin' it quicker then you can configure, I’m so dope
But oh no
I’m rippin' they listen, dismemberin' bitches that thinkin' they better
Then what I can spit, I’m disfigurin' enemies little by little
And takin' they photos
I’m DOLO, Marco Polo
Come find these bitches
I done drown 'em with my flows
And now they swimmin' with the fishes, so
Next time, you wanna try to step up to me
I’m not afraid to let this list long enough to kill off some trees!
There ain’t nothin' you can do
When you see us comin' through
Burnin' up the room
Got the fire in the booth (Okay!)
Light 'em up, light 'em up (Up) light 'em up
Someone call the firetruck, yeah fire it up
Way too hot, finna burn it up
Lookin' at the future and it’s bright as fuck
Line 'em up, light it up, fire it up, that’s enough
Line 'em up, light it up, fire it up, that’s enough
Line 'em up, light it up, fire it up, that’s enough
That’s enough (Tha-tha-tha) light it up