"Fire" lyrics
(QRed on the track)
Leave me in the cold
When you came to me, I could never tell you no
You fuckers no longer have the right to tell me nothin'
You keep stuntin', chrome dicks go the belly button
My faher told me keep it real 'cause I ain't here for stuntin'
I pull this trigger, it might hit you in your ear or somethin'
Quick to tell a nigga fuck you, you ain't likin' me
That's why you be walkin', ain't no talkin' on the side of me
No, it ain't no walk in the park what you call easy
Been fell off my pivot, got up and I started eatin'
Low and hoarse turnin' the corner, my roof open
Purple so potent, you smell it like you smokin'
Seen, but you seen no frown, lean like I'm Nino Brown
Fiends keep on comin' 'round, keys come from out of town
Ski see the cheese and be cheesin', leave 'em
Emotion put my pockets on the freeze, tease 'em
Bank account Visa, jumpin' out a Beamer
Lookin' for a reason, but they know I don't need one
I'm the type of nigga be movin' go get my Gucci luggage
The groupies love it, say my belt don't match my Gucci, fuck it
My floozie grubbin' after the meal sits
Tellin' Travis 'bout her lips with the vacuum-sealed tips
My name Kevin Gates and I'm like
I'm the man down here and I'm in demand down here
I'm like one of the hottest niggas out here right now
Like, you know, truth be told
But I kept a humble approach in the game
And I never, I never let my, my character or whatever exceed my, my rapping character
Flex fuel injection, pressin' hard on the pedal
Swoop through in the shh, it's whatever, my heart in the ghetto
Baggy jeans so the magazine ravel seams
Infrared see-through cartridge, my travel beam
New-school vert, convertin' the hard tops like
Ooh, the truth hurt, too perfect to fall off like
If I'm ever brought to the height of my disposition
My position will change and won't remain local
Now I'm like postal, see me on a poster
Hit you with the Hulk and you won't make it where you're 'posed to
Rather die buried with figures shinin' my life away
Simple motherfucker, I concentrate if it's night or day
Give me all your green, bitch, I mean 'cause I said so
Two up in a twenty, make me lean like my leg broke
Don't know how to let go, heavy-object holder
If you test me, I'ma show you, take the Desy out and stroke 'em
Leave me in the cold
When you came to me, I could never tell you no
Leave me in the cold
When you came to me, I could never tell you no
You fuckers no longer have the right to tell me nothin'
You keep stuntin', chrome dicks go the belly button
My faher told me keep it real 'cause I ain't here for stuntin'
I pull this trigger, it might hit you in your ear or somethin'
Quick to tell a nigga fuck you, you ain't likin' me
That's why you be walkin', ain't no talkin' on the side of me
No, it ain't no walk in the park what you call easy
Been fell off my pivot, got up and I started eatin'
Low and hoarse turnin' the corner, my roof open
Purple so potent, you smell it like you smokin'
Seen, but you seen no frown, lean like I'm Nino Brown
Fiends keep on comin' 'round, keys come from out of town
Ski see the cheese and be cheesin', leave 'em
Emotion put my pockets on the freeze, tease 'em
Bank account Visa, jumpin' out a Beamer
Lookin' for a reason, but they know I don't need one
I'm the type of nigga be movin' go get my Gucci luggage
The groupies love it, say my belt don't match my Gucci, fuck it
My floozie grubbin' after the meal sits
Tellin' Travis 'bout her lips with the vacuum-sealed tips
My name Kevin Gates and I'm like
I'm the man down here and I'm in demand down here
I'm like one of the hottest niggas out here right now
Like, you know, truth be told
But I kept a humble approach in the game
And I never, I never let my, my character or whatever exceed my, my rapping character
Flex fuel injection, pressin' hard on the pedal
Swoop through in the shh, it's whatever, my heart in the ghetto
Baggy jeans so the magazine ravel seams
Infrared see-through cartridge, my travel beam
New-school vert, convertin' the hard tops like
Ooh, the truth hurt, too perfect to fall off like
If I'm ever brought to the height of my disposition
My position will change and won't remain local
Now I'm like postal, see me on a poster
Hit you with the Hulk and you won't make it where you're 'posed to
Rather die buried with figures shinin' my life away
Simple motherfucker, I concentrate if it's night or day
Give me all your green, bitch, I mean 'cause I said so
Two up in a twenty, make me lean like my leg broke
Don't know how to let go, heavy-object holder
If you test me, I'ma show you, take the Desy out and stroke 'em
Leave me in the cold
When you came to me, I could never tell you no
Writer(s): Kevin Gilyard, Unknown Writer
