Fire Us (Yo Gotti, Blac Youngsta)

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Fire Us (Yo Gotti, Blac Youngsta) Song Lyrics
KJ, what you got going on, man?
Eza on the beat, he cooked that shit
Fourth quarter
I ain't even gon' lie, man, I've been on some shit lately
For real (yo, Nick Papz, make it slap)

I walk in the spot (stepping)
I got what it takes to get to the top
The money I make, these niggas cannot compete
They know that I'm getting a lot

She give me the twat (give me that)
Been counting that pussy, I'm getting a lot
I know she a thot, still give her a shot
I fuck from the back 'til it's twisting my sight
You know that I'm hot (hot, hot, hot)

Yeah, this that city boy shit (real city)
This shit crazy, we ain't even kiss
I put some shit on her wrist (let's get it)
Shit was amazing, welcome the Lord's magic, flick of the wrist (brr)
Pocket a chop' right next to the drop, you can't even pick up the shit

I gotta take a flick of this shit (let's go)
I know my haters be sick of this shit
I put a bitch on a bitch (on a bitch)
Wake in the morning, I look in the mirror
It's crazy, I'm really this rich (shit crazy)
Feeding my children and making my millions
I'm really as real as it gets (for real)

Popping them wheelies and shit
I got a Glock with a .10 on that shit and a switch on that shit
Know we been on that shit
You know my niggas be sending that shit
We be going to war, we be winning that shit

We be spinning that shit, we be bending that shit
We be getting that money and spending that shit
5s and 10s and 20s, we never don't count 'em
We give 'em to women and shit

I be drumming on jet with my members and shit
Everybody in my hood gon' remember this shit (yeah)
Swear to God that my hood gon' remember this shit
We can go back and forth like it's tennis, lil' bitch
I don't go back and forth with no women and shit
Yeah, if we start it, you know we gon' finish it, yeah

I walk in the spot, ooh
I got what it takes to get to the top
The money I make, these niggas cannot compete
They know that I'm getting a lot

She give me the twat (mmm, mmm)
Been counting that pussy, I'm getting a lot
I know she a thot, still give her a shot
I fuck from the back 'til it's twisting my sight
You know that I'm hot (hot, hot, hot)

Hmm, hotter than juvie in '99 (bah)
Dripping Dior to my heel
Pull up and hop out the whip to a lot of eyes (on me)
I put this shit on, for real
Mixing top dollar designer with Jordan 5s (ghetto)
Really like fuck these niggas
I gave 'em a couple tries, now I'm cutting ties (fuck)

This my life, your entertainment
I want the money, fuck being famous
Why is you 53 still banging? (Huh?)
Sick of these niggas, put me in containment
Umbrella in the Rolls' 'case it rain
Going wherever the money take me (grr)
All this forever, don't it never change?
Don't think about it, but I miss her brain (on God)

Hit the switch, let the stick blow
To ride this wave, you need a big boat
Popping shit 'cause I was piss poor
Hotter than grand mama Crisco (go)
I taught my niggas to move a lil' smooth (why?)
You can't even tell what the feds saying (spy)
I'm in DC with a red skin, big FN

I walk in the spot (stepping)
I got what it takes to get to the top
The money I make, these niggas cannot compete
They know that I'm getting a lot

She give me the twat (give me that)
Been counting that pussy, I'm getting a lot
I know she a thot, still give her a shot
I fuck from the back 'til it's twisting my sight
You know that I'm hot-
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