Lil Boom - Fire Force** lyrics

[Intro] Yeah, ayy (BennWaiting on the beat) [Verse 1] With the sh*t, ni**a, like I'm in the fire force (Yeah) su*ked my dick so long, I told the b*tch it's getting moist (Moist) Need an award for this sh*t, ni**a, like People's Choice (Choice) She asked me why I never cuss, 'cause this my Christian voice (b*tch) Go get that bag then put half in a safe (Safe) Put half in the bank then I tell the clerk "Thanks" (Thanks) And I'm savin' up my money 'cause I'm tryna buy a tank (Boom, boom, boom) Now she tryna let me fu*k, two years ago was a debate (Hahaha) I go get the cash and then I go flip it (Yeah) You ni**as be hating, but I don't really give a fu*k (Damn) I met a plug, the ni**a name Morpheus (Morpheus) Smokin' on gas and it got me thunderstruck Who is you? (Who?) What do you claim? (What?) What is yo' name, b*tch? Why you in my lane? Why you got some sh*t to say every time you speak my name? (Pussy) Why you tryna save that ho', boy? She ain't Mary Jane (Haha) [?] chapo, ni**a, and we ain't on no planes (Choppa) We in the field with slaves and they pickin' rice grains (Woo) She wanna let me fu*k, she don't even know my first name (Damn) I'm in your presence now, be glad that I came (b*tch) [Bridge] Ayy, shoutout Teejay, bro (BennWaiting on the beat) [Verse 2] Was finna back off of this track But b*tch I'm back up on this track (Woo) Yo' b*tch, she back up on my sack (Yeah I guess she back up to attack (Damn) [?] gas and this sh*t hittin' just like crack Finna back up from the back and then I'm not gon' call her back (Back) I just called my plug up, like you can't forget the pack (You can't forget that) Yeah, I spent a thousand, but you can't forget the tax (You can't forget that) Yeah, I know that that's your b*tch, but you can't forget I smashed (b*tch) You got a hundred bodies, know we can't forget to pass (Thot) [Bridge] (BennWaiting on the beat) Hol' up, hol' up, ayy, look [Verse 3] I need me a milli or it will mean nothing Hittin' that b*tch and I nut on her stomach (Woo) Don't give a fu*k if they're sister or cousin Or aunty or brother, I'm shootin' or somethin' Yeah, you say you get money, but it don't mean nothin' (Yeah) Yeah, choppa is Russian Yeah, my b*tch be fussin' Yo' b*tch be cussin', my b*tch [?] This sh*t is ugly just like my wrist We cookin' her somethin' just for your b*tch Diamonds is bussin', look at the sh*t (Damn) Yo' b*tch look like [?] I count up the check, boy, ahead head of the town Stocks going up and your b*tch going down That b*tch look like Penny Proud You ni**a, you look like a clown