
Fuego
by Voyees
[Verse 1: KiD KiSER, The Guy]
Make a million dollars cuz of who I am (Damn)
Can't fake another gram, nah, nah, that just ain't who I am (Nah)
Bitch calling but I'm not around (Nah)
Drop a couple rounds (That's right)
Drop a couple rounds (That's right)
Passed a thousand rounds
Drop a couple pounds
Yeah it's really loud (That's loud)
Don't you fuck around (Nah)
Put you in the ground (Dirt)
Choppa to your crown
Bitch I'm hell bound (Fuego)
Hottest one around (Fuego)
Bitch come peep the sound (Fuego)
Make yo bitch go skeet (Wet)
Think I want that heat (I do)
Bitch I'll bring the fleet (Yeah)
All y'all fucking reek
Y'all make me weak
Laughing at them cleats (Ha Ha)
Breezing through that beef
Leaving bodies in the motherfucking streets
GRRRRA, YUH
[Verse 2: The Guy]
We taking the body bags out of the back
Stay strapped with forties and Glocks and a pack
Take command of the scene
That's a daily routine
We pull up and we aiming; no sights, just a beam
Had to fuck that bitch twice, got me hard as a tree
Got me feeling so nice that it's hard to believe
I know that you lacking so we get to clapping
We all about action
We tote automatics
We rack up the cash that we took from the bank and we stash it in mattresses right in the pad
We pushing these tracks through the masses like magic
We got our own fashion but we lack compassion
Turn you into fractions
Put you in some plastic
And put all your pieces inside of the attic
This don't take no practice
We stay with the rapping
And this shit won't stop until we get that bag, bitch
[Verse 3: Rev. Morgan]
(Turn my volume up a little bit. No, no, the- yeah there you go. All the way.)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, uh
(Jazmine, please)
I'm smoking too much (Much)
I got two right lungs (Lungs)
I'm stuck in the mud (Mud)
I just need some love (Love)
Your girl give me rubs (Rubs)
But my dick is soft (Soft)
Conversations with God (God)
When I'm off the rocks (Rocks)
They not on my neck, they in my pipe
I smoke up all night, uh
I am the beat saver (Saver)
I give her Lifesavers (Savers)
Her breath smells like shit
She swallow my kids
I lick and I dip, uh
I got space on my wrist
Cuz my Rollie's on my dick
(I wanna do it again. Let's see how it sounds.)
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