k**a Kyleon - On Fire lyrics

(*talking*) Run it, Houston Texas You now rocking, with the k**a Kyleon Hit spitter n***a, hey [Hook] We Boss Hogging, up in here That's what we do, we Boss Hogging We Boss Hogging, up in here That's what we do, we Boss Hogging We Boss Hogg in this motherf**er We Boss Hogg in this motherf**er (what you say) We Boss Hogg, in this motherf**er We Boss Hogg, in this motherf**er [Kyleon] I got money, but k**a don't spoil her And after I cut her mayn, k**a don't call her Now that's the true, definition of a baller Knock a chick down, and don't give a chick a quarter I'm a candy blue, 22 inch crawler 7-45, I retired my Impala I'm a hustler, all about a dolla And if it ain't about money, I ain't gon holla Plus I'm a pimp, I'mma pop my colla Po' up the white cup, then take a swalla The best rappers, will respect that n***a And if the beat jamming, I'mma wreck that n***a I'm the greatest, get it through your melon n***a I'm the best yet, I been telling n***as A hot boy, I've been selling n***a Cause this man's on fire, I'm Denzel'ing n***as [Hook] [Kyleon] I'm not a reverend, but I preach to these n***as I'm one of the hottest rappers, in the streets to these n***as I comfortably speak heat, to these n***as All you other cats whack, I been peeping these n***as Not a DJ, but K slay n***as k**a with the flow, I DK n***as The best rapper, since that BK n***a 2Pac, Biggie and that Freeway n***a My name's k**a, I'll lyrically murder ya You're not a rapper, if I ain't heard of ya You not getting good dope, if I ain't serving ya You're not getting whipped G, what are you nervous for I spit facts, on the track boy I'm even known in St. Louis, and I ain't a track boy Ask around, I'm the hottest n***a rapping With just another gat, that's on the track yapping