"Firebomber" lyrics
(feat. Lil Wayne & Busta Rhymes)
Uh-oh
Uh-oh
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
BG (wahhhhhhhhh)
Ayo, BG (I say wahhhhhhhhh)
Them niggas can't see Weezy (not at all)
Welcome home, nigga (oh I'm here now)
I said welcome home, my nigga (oh I'm here now, ha, ha, ha, ha)
Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha
Yeah, yeah, yeah (get 'em, get 'em)
Yeah, yeah, yeah (get 'em, get 'em)
Fuckin' everything up in existence is my mission
Turn this shit on, crash up your whip, head on collision
I beat you niggas up to the point where you need to listen
When I pull up, comin' to eat your food is a given
Class is in session, you better pay your tuition, motherfucker
Come on the spot in this expedition
Mop the floor with a couple niggas, total submission
Leave your body swimmin' with niggas, but we been fishin'
A lot of niggas on the gram, they be talkin' and sneaky dissin'
Bust your face through your computer screen and you be wishin'
Why you do that? Shut the fuck up, stupid little nigga
Why you do that? Why the screen hit me, my nigga? Who that?
You did it to yourself, you know you deserved it, my nigga, true that (ha, ha, ha, ha)
See, I'm the nicest in this bitch, but y'all niggas already knew that
Jungle foot, where do we get em? Y'all feel the boom bap
Bars, I continue to get 'em, listen to my new rap
Lights a little dim, BG givin' 'em a new slap
You are the most incredible and I have already showed and proved that
It's the fire
Cheers to the firebomber
Cheers to the firebomber
Cheers to the firebomber
Cheers to the firebomber
Cheers to the firebomber (yeah, oh)
Cheers to the firebomber (wahhhhhhhhh, look in here)
B Gizzle back on the mission, standin' on business (business)
Tryna run out a hunnid million designin' tennis (Louis)
Just came home from the fields, finished my sentence (business)
'Bout to go on tour, my P.O. just gave me permission
Forty still tucked in my britches with the extension (yeah)
Whip the back and slap a bitch nigga, it's the quickness
Nigga more feminine than women, this shit ridiculous
I just laugh at 'em, real game, I can't take it serious (ha, ha, ha, ha, ha)
Play with me, you know I won't hesitate, I'm a sinner (sinner)
The bag real heavy these days, I'm independent (facts)
Me and Busta-Busta on a song, it was a given (given)
The fire bomber's comin' through, better put up your bitches
Born to the depth of these streets, cherish me nigga
Somethin' you could never be, different pedigree, nigga
Grew up catchin' felonies, lot of weaponry nigga (strap)
Catch me in the city where all the stippers be nigga
It's the fire
Cheers to the firebomber
Cheers to the firebomber
Cheers to the firebomber
Cheers to the firebomber
Cheers to the firebomber
Cheers to the firebomber
The reverend sees me
Tell me that the devil's in Weezy
He says I'm gettin' too high like heaven's beneath
Pleasure to meet me, I deserve a specialist treatment
I'm daddy, all these bitches might inherit my features
Cherries and peaches, grapes, watermelons, and beaches
That's why we bury the secrets for federal reasons
Like veggies and vegans, we don't stress over beefin'
We just kidnapped your nephews and nieces, then never release 'em
Left 'em with Jesus, I'm in Vegas f'ing with Jeezy
I met him at Caesars, one thing we don't bet on is freedom
Weapons we need 'em, send shots like text you receive 'em
Complicated constipated shit ain't ever been easy, tunechi
It's the fire
Cheers to the firebomber
Cheers to the firebomber
Cheers to the firebomber
Cheers to the firebomber
Cheers to the firebomber
Cheers to the firebomber
B Gizzle, Busta Rhymes, Lil Tunechi
Freedom of speech, nigga
Uh-oh
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
BG (wahhhhhhhhh)
Ayo, BG (I say wahhhhhhhhh)
Them niggas can't see Weezy (not at all)
Welcome home, nigga (oh I'm here now)
I said welcome home, my nigga (oh I'm here now, ha, ha, ha, ha)
Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha
Yeah, yeah, yeah (get 'em, get 'em)
Yeah, yeah, yeah (get 'em, get 'em)
Fuckin' everything up in existence is my mission
Turn this shit on, crash up your whip, head on collision
I beat you niggas up to the point where you need to listen
When I pull up, comin' to eat your food is a given
Class is in session, you better pay your tuition, motherfucker
Come on the spot in this expedition
Mop the floor with a couple niggas, total submission
Leave your body swimmin' with niggas, but we been fishin'
A lot of niggas on the gram, they be talkin' and sneaky dissin'
Bust your face through your computer screen and you be wishin'
Why you do that? Shut the fuck up, stupid little nigga
Why you do that? Why the screen hit me, my nigga? Who that?
You did it to yourself, you know you deserved it, my nigga, true that (ha, ha, ha, ha)
See, I'm the nicest in this bitch, but y'all niggas already knew that
Jungle foot, where do we get em? Y'all feel the boom bap
Bars, I continue to get 'em, listen to my new rap
Lights a little dim, BG givin' 'em a new slap
You are the most incredible and I have already showed and proved that
It's the fire
Cheers to the firebomber
Cheers to the firebomber
Cheers to the firebomber
Cheers to the firebomber
Cheers to the firebomber (yeah, oh)
Cheers to the firebomber (wahhhhhhhhh, look in here)
B Gizzle back on the mission, standin' on business (business)
Tryna run out a hunnid million designin' tennis (Louis)
Just came home from the fields, finished my sentence (business)
'Bout to go on tour, my P.O. just gave me permission
Forty still tucked in my britches with the extension (yeah)
Whip the back and slap a bitch nigga, it's the quickness
Nigga more feminine than women, this shit ridiculous
I just laugh at 'em, real game, I can't take it serious (ha, ha, ha, ha, ha)
Play with me, you know I won't hesitate, I'm a sinner (sinner)
The bag real heavy these days, I'm independent (facts)
Me and Busta-Busta on a song, it was a given (given)
The fire bomber's comin' through, better put up your bitches
Born to the depth of these streets, cherish me nigga
Somethin' you could never be, different pedigree, nigga
Grew up catchin' felonies, lot of weaponry nigga (strap)
Catch me in the city where all the stippers be nigga
It's the fire
Cheers to the firebomber
Cheers to the firebomber
Cheers to the firebomber
Cheers to the firebomber
Cheers to the firebomber
Cheers to the firebomber
The reverend sees me
Tell me that the devil's in Weezy
He says I'm gettin' too high like heaven's beneath
Pleasure to meet me, I deserve a specialist treatment
I'm daddy, all these bitches might inherit my features
Cherries and peaches, grapes, watermelons, and beaches
That's why we bury the secrets for federal reasons
Like veggies and vegans, we don't stress over beefin'
We just kidnapped your nephews and nieces, then never release 'em
Left 'em with Jesus, I'm in Vegas f'ing with Jeezy
I met him at Caesars, one thing we don't bet on is freedom
Weapons we need 'em, send shots like text you receive 'em
Complicated constipated shit ain't ever been easy, tunechi
It's the fire
Cheers to the firebomber
Cheers to the firebomber
Cheers to the firebomber
Cheers to the firebomber
Cheers to the firebomber
Cheers to the firebomber
B Gizzle, Busta Rhymes, Lil Tunechi
Freedom of speech, nigga
