JPEGMAFIA - (FIRE) lyrics

(KISSY, FACE EMOJI!) [Intro] A world premier Please leave your message for 213 *beep-beep-beep* 3 *beep* 8 Gently [?] I'ma spin me around (Peggy spin me around) I know it’s wrong Oh, girl, now say they are Baby, I [Chorus] You better lock your door, shawty You better lock your door, shawty He's gon' slide right in, no warning You got style, keep that sh*t inside it (Huh) [Interlude] Doin’ no favors Got that Glock goin' fast, goin' fast, goin' fast [Verse 1] One deep in the back Black man can't depend on sympathy (Yeah) I feel like hip hop tryin' put a hit on me Pussy ni**as put me in a box, belittle it Depot, these beats keep coming in kilos (Kilos) Switch styles, make 'em feel like Manteo In this game the police use cheat codes (Ya heard) [Refrain] Huh, I feel like I just beat a case (Huh) Hold it for style in my other hand If you been here, why you relate I stay feeding my kids out they government Baby Reagan, I'm cracking the case (On the case) Trickle down, get that sh*t off my chest, bang Step off the stage, I feel— (Hah, damn) [Verse 2] No weeks to relax On the road I’m a redhead stranger You know I gotta keep a smoke for the haters You know I only do th— cut seal No faces, no case, no deal Mind vacant, new check, new heel This flagrant, better get so real I love it [Refrain] Huh, I feel like I just beat a case (Case) Hold it for style in my other hand If you been here, why you relate I stay feeding my kids out they government Baby Reagan, I’m cracking the case (On the case) Trickle down, get that sh*t off my chest, bang (*Gunshot*) Step off the stage, I feel— (Hah, damn) [Chorus] (b*tch ni**a, b*tch ni**a, trick ni**a, talk sh*t) You better lock your door, shawty (Three) He's gon’ slide right in, no warning You got style, keep that sh*t inside it