Fire Truck

B.G.E B.H.C This is Limitless Firetruck, let me hang in there Firetruck, firetruck, firetruck, that firetruck Trap on fire, I need a firetruck I need a firetruck Lines do it, lovers got me tied up Got me tied up Taxes on my body, from my spine to nothing Spine to nothing Milwaukee County, Milwaukee County, bruh Taxes everywhere, yeah, we designed up Designed up F*ck with R.D, niggas get designed up Designed up Outlawed, tried that shit, designed it Designed up I click work, we tatted up All the sites told me to f*ck truck Got a glass pot full of raw stuff Got hard stuff, got soft stuff Got bars the size of smalls Got zips the size of charcoal Nigga Craig called me on Friday, didn't hit me with a brick Got suicides on a photo Got Lambo's on a two-do And I'm tryna see where my roof go These lil' kids lookin' for gold Like a damn nose, I got two hoes And my chain cold like Pluto Them 12's kickin' like Judo Gotta watch a nigga like Q-Bo I used to sell dope for school clothes Now I sell dope for moto True religion jeans with a polo I'm not showin' off my logo We showin' tacks while throwin' stacks While blowin' back in the purple rack Me facin' racks, face the gangsta We leavin' it for the show Catchin' racks and not no mo Keep that flow, I will blow Blowin' dope with your hoe Bout that action, camera roll Skip the line, break the tone F*ck 12, free the bro Off the track, off the scale Back it up, time to go I've been practicin' too fast I'm too fast, they too slow Y'all know Shay in the club Like his name was Fredo We got top, smart and bad Tell your bitch that drum roll Trampoline my nigga We catch bodies on the low Started off with a coupe Now pushin' for it Started off smokin' red Loud, got me snorin Started off on the beat Now bitch, I'm scorin Started off in the media Now I'm turnin Five truck, five truck, five truck Get five truck, trap on fire I need a five truck, I need a five truck Lime doin' low but got me tied up Tats on my body, got my spine in love Spine in love with front Mo' like the county rock Tats everywhere, yo, we designed up Designed up F*ck with Raleigh, nigga, get designed up Designed up I'm a grown child, got you designed up Designed up Tats on everywhere, got me tatted up like a Mexican Finesse and bustin' moves, I be in and up off the track and shit Got a bitch that be movin' crack For you fiends that be usin' that Take a seat, have a hit of that You want it, we got you packed Don't look like, don't f*ck around with rats Usin' this shit, get yo' ass whacked Walkin' around with the trap Get yo' ass ticked right off the map Try to make yo' ass take a nap If you f*ck around with the trap My niggas be rollin' hard We flexin' in the sack My lines be doin' numbers I'm talkin' bout both lines The five truck on the way Cause they know the trap on fire If you be trappin' tatted like me Cause you know we on Gotta get it mothafucka I'm bout to be so strong Cause that burnin' nigga You know I got all of that Mothafucka hangin' up They know that I'm callin' back I'm tryna sell all of that Harry Potter, that white crack Got yo' pops up in the kitchen Askin' where all the cheese at Five truck, five truck, five truck, that five truck Trap on fire, I need a five truck I need a five truck Lines doin' numbers, got me tied up Tats on my body, from my spine and up Milwaukee County, Milwaukee County, bruh Tats everywhere, yo, we designed up F*ck around with niggas, get designed up Outlining tribes, I got you designed up What up, bishy boy, young guy I need you with that underground trap shit You hear that I need you with that I need you with that I need you with that I need you with that Hit me