fire ft. zzl.zay & Baby Suess Lyrics

I got that fire

Got that gas

My antidote

Got that zing to my pop

I got these bitches you don't

I got that

I got that

I got that

I got that

I got that

I've been thinking bout the places that I've never been

People that could take time

Don't you let 'em win

Success in the air

Let it settle in

Better than losing

But it's never better than

I'm taking it past the porch

Get old to pass the torch

To brother and sister

A fam to support

A fam to support

I really couldn't even ask this life to come with a little bit more

And I've been judging of my past time

Get in my feelings like last time

I swear to y'all this is the last time

I'm telling y'all homies

That I got that fire

I got the desire

To put it all out on a track

Then get higher

Than the whole entire city

Come build an empire with me

I got that fire

Got that gas

My antidote

Got that zing to my pop

I got these bitches you don't

I got that

I got that

I got that

I got that

I got that

I got that

I got that sauce got that drip

Got the fire on my hip

Bought that bitch plastic tits

One drop now super-rich

You in her dms and I'm sucking tits

Gucci Dior and Louie outfits

I'm in my bag and I'm planning this shit

One shooter for me one shooter for hits

Do damage to me and I'm fucking your sis

look at me now I'm Chris brown in this bitch

Talk to me nice just don't talk with a lisp

I'll switch up my flow like I'm changing my clips

One shot look them dead in the eye

Like Tupac put one in your thigh

Wink at that bitch bet she'll never say bye

Shoot you one time make your grandmother cry

Please put the gun down to many has died

You acting too hard with a gun on your side

Talk is too cheap and you shouldn't have lied

But that's just my story from hustle to grind

From rags to riches to bagging these bitches

Addicted to money I'm starving and itching

They wanted to doubt now they chasing my clout

When poverty struck I wanted an out

I wanted an out like a technical foul

I guess it was easy refs giving 'em out

It's only us now ain't no saving the town

I'll save you for later

The rest of you now

Cuz I got a bag

Then I lost the bag

But I got it back

So nobody stressing

She gave me her cat

That ass is real fat

You know that I tapped

I guess I'm finessing

Cuz I ain't gon' tap

Unless that I'm wrapped

You know how it is

I'm overprotective

And she don't like me

She likes that I drip

And likes that I'm rich

She here for the necklace

She not here for me

For the shit that I got

She thinks that it's free for the trip to the top

She has a desire

She's dreaming a lot

Cuz I got that fire that zing to my pop

I got that fire

Got that gas

My antidote

I got that zing to my pop

I got these bitches you don't

I got that

I got that

We got that

We got that

We got that