On Fire

I got the streets on lock I got the streets on fire No you not in my lane killing these hoes mike myers No we aint talking bout swagg You already know im flyer Cut that bitch off my team you aint got a bag you fired I got the streets on lock I got the streets on fire Bad bitch on my line Give the brain to good she hired No we ain't talking bout swagg We aint talking bout drip im flyer I got a grip on the game Gotta grip on these niggas like pliers My niggas be road running When im wit my shooter dont hold nothing I put on my ice in the heat, so lil baby i call it a cold summer They hating like Joe Budden, They shorty be wanting my phone number If you didn't struggle wit me how the can you ask me to hold 'sumn All of my niggas a whole 'hunnit These niggas be cold frontin I do not see competition, Im winning lil shorty just gimme a whole 'hunnit If she dont got the oils than i dont want it Call up my shooter he come running Bitch im a boss i be green thumbing If it ain't bout the check it dont mean nothing To be honest was never important So ima ignore it Stacking it up wit my 'fam run up them bands I can afford it Can't wait to be whipping a foreign, Fucking a foreign Left 'er alone got a new bitch cause she was boring I got hoes that buck like Tommie, Shooter run down wit the Tommie Got a problem, want beef, come find me We around ,we ain't scared ,we ain't hiding 'And my team like wheels they riding Yeah i came from the mud from the bottom Aint shit on my mind but the commas Yeah bitch im the bomb like osama Only fucking with them real niggas i dont f*ck wit rats How you know that he a squealing nigga 'and you f*ck wit that We be talking in them codes would of thought the phone was tapped How you flexing but you broke, No we dont condone in that Rocking that kappa, I dont be kappin She like the fashion Them niggas trapping, them niggas clapping They want that action Spin through 'ya block in that all black Don't know what happened Dont f*ck with the 'opps dont talk to the cops We don't know what happened Stay with that gas 'gimme a blunt Im stuffin it up Just want the cash she getting passed don't wanna f*ck I am the goat, feeding these streets fucking it up We dont got no picks, not giving no fucks, we came from the muck