[Sample: The Dixie Cups] My grandma and your grandma Sitting by the fire My grandma tell your grandma “I'm gonna set your flag on fire” Talking ‘bout Hey, now Hey, now Iko iko an nay Jockomo feena ah na nay Jockomo feena nay [Spoken: Khary] Uh, this is weird This is weird This is This is weird [Verse 1: Khary] Why you punch me in the eye? I was fighting for your honor I would rather have you gripping on my gun like Sarah Connor Matter fact, girl, when we gonna bang, bang, bang? Or do you like them corny n***as with the same damn slang? In the same damn gangs With the same damn brains And they all ga**ed up In the same damn lanes All the stars in the sky I'm the one you get to keep I don't even know what that means I was just tryna sound deep ‘Cause [Chorus: Khary (Sample: Lil Wayne)] (I got that fire I'm hollering) (I got that fire) And you like that (I got that fire I'm hollering) (I got that fire come and try) And you like that (I got that fire I'm hollering) (I got that fire) Ooh, you like that (I got that fire I'm hollering) (I got that fire come and try me) Hot [Verse 2: Khary] Let me burn Don't put me out Raise the roof when you're in a drought Don't f** around with these fake n***as They plastic like my grandma couch I know she loves me for me She can't be in love with my bank account ‘Cause I ain't got no money Couldn't afford that punch line Still eating good, n***a, f** yo lunch line Call me Captain, n***a, f** yo Crunch time Pure fire flame emojis Girl, make it twerk for your Master Roshi I'm still tryna find myself So I'm nervous of anybody who say they know me The odds are more likely they prolly owe me If your girl text me, you are not the homie I see you tryna work out now A little Shaun T on the weekends I'll get your body right for the summer A lotta Khary in your evenings I k** sh** all year around so many salty n***as I don't even need season It's 2016, b**hes gone hate they don't even need reasons I just wanna take a year off and travel foreign lands I just wanna get a Caddy and call it Bagger Vance Have you in the pa**enger side with no panties on So you can your tell your friends “The Boy is Mine” Like that Brandy song [Pre-Chorus (Spoken): Khary] This is weird It's not awkward, it's just weird ‘Cause I kinda like you It's weird I don't like anyone [Chorus: Khary (Sample: Lil Wayne)] (I got that fire I'm hollering) (I got that fire) And you like that (I got that fire I'm hollering) (I got that fire come and try) And you like that (I got that fire I'm hollering) (I got that fire) Ooh, you like that (I got that fire I'm hollering) (I got that fire come and try me) Hot [Verse 3] I got that fire The sh** to have you singing out like a choir Cuba Gooding, Jerry Maguire That show me the money, your a** like a tire The way that you bounce it so slow But I'll take economy size when economy's low If you wondered what the camera was for Had to send a couple pics to my bros Not the type to bring a chick to my shows But luckily I think I like you the most No “Where you beens?” Or “Why do you be ghost?” You give me space like you fly UFOs I turn you on and let you find the remote Said you want it in my yellow raincoat f**ing you, I treat it like it's a toast After we just won a championship game, ha Say my name, say my name You be rollin' like you Kelly With no shame, with no shame I don't judge you for your habits Your c**aine, your c**aine Yeah, just take that to the head Give me brain, give me brain You know I'm joking I don't even like you smoking Rum in my Coke is the potion Just want to swim in your ocean Let me rub you down with lotion Johnson & Johnson devotion Anything all for my baby Only one I f** with emotion Deserve a promotion Girl, let's roam like Ronin I got that fire, that Conan [Chorus: (Sample: Lil Wayne)] (I got that fire I'm hollering) (I got that fire) (I got that fire I'm hollering) (I got that fire) (I got that fire I'm hollering) (I got that fire come and try me)