Up that fire

#fuxxwidditent.Up that fire thats murder for hire If I want they soul im gonna buy it put a price on his life so I bought it real gs around me hang around crooks cooks murders robbers killers dealers all the above when it comes to them they my brothers it’s all love Young mothafucka pull up in a truck hop out let that glizzy buck put 2 in the chest he foshoo dead talking crazy drunk off the purple leave me lazy but I let them shots go and I hit with precision water whippin in the kitchen cooking up some chicken dinner time get a plate yeah we all ate man I hate Sukka talking bout his play book boy get in the street jump off the curve hold this heat flame to his head now it’s lit not a bic riding with my dogs Mike vic when I say sick em they gone get em choppa hit em and they split em moving on the block doin to much talking to them cops let me see sum walking 2 plus 6 hit em on the left side brain hanging to the rite like he banging blood now I’m saying to much gotta slow it up the feds listening in on my calls family on the other side of the wall yelling free em till I see em demon time when I get the signs took his life it’s mines now gotta clean my soul felling bold wipe his nose no cold stick to the code y’all are not my bros treat everybody like a foe so I put dough on his head wife and kids now we spinning them like ring around a Rosie don’t get cozy bitch let me see u shake sum shit expensive habits what you gonna do for em everybody’s gets quiet when we stepping in shit you can hear a pen hit the floor getting bored force my hand might go catch an opp at they own store when we into anyone FairPlay shit even the foo who does your fade tell you grandma stay out the way we blowing everyone down category 5 why you gone jeopardize me lighting up your house acting like Mickey Mouse can put you on tv no auditions you got the role of a dead body in a hole popping pills no prescription get the rip stick ain’t no half stepping get taken out by my shorty with 40 cal