Fire Water

Yea
Check
Got the gas mask on in the booth
Just in case a fuck nigga jump stupid
Yea
Hundred niggas we in go mode
Masked up like woa woa
All this black on black shit, they thinkin we working the morg tho
Body bags, body bags
They need a hundred of those
We at a hundred percent
Fire bomb out the Rolls
We all in the streets
Yea
We all in the streets
Oh yea we all in the streets
Oh now they calling for peace
Ooh
White flag out the cruiser
White flag out the White House
Oh no we ain’t finna pipe down
My lil one just passed me a light now
Kick in your door in your night gown
Gasoline to the whole thing
Oh yea you paying the price now
Oh yea you paying the price
My hittas ready to ride
You put your paws on my dog
You pay for that with your life
Sad story, another polititian
They found him dead in a ditch
Watch how you talk to them squares
That guy be ready to snitch
That guy be ready to switch
Why they be all on my dick
I got the Feds on my timeline
But I ain’t showin' em shit bitch
Fire water with the wrist
Fire water with the wrist
Fire water with the wrist
I got the flame for a pig (yea)
Knock the boss off, bing
Oh now he kissing the ring
News cameras on the scene
Turned a nigga to a meme
Rock all these rips in my jeans
Talk tough now you fleeing
You see me pulling the strings
They cannot fuck with the team
They cannot fuck with the squad
Molotov to his jaw
We do not fear you at all
We do not fear you at all
They cannot fuck with the squad
Molotov to his jaw
We do not fear you at all
Fuck it we burning it all
This is a society whose government doesn’t hesitate to inflict the most brutal
form of punishment and oppression — but when it comes time for you and me to
protect ourselves against lynchers, they tell us to be nonviolent
Fire water with the wrist
Fire water with the wrist
Fire water with the wrist
I got the flame for a pig (yea)