Lyrics Fireman - Ballout

Fireman

Who the fuck these niggas think they higher, flyer then
Hotter than a fireman, if I want her then I fly her in
I finna spend some tires (racks)
I finna shake the pilot hand
Blue bumma gang I’m violent man
Free T-Slick he want a hot bitch hotter than a fireman
They say I’m going' crazy, well put me on a flyer then
We make it rain in this bitch they gon' need some rooms
Boy play crazy in this bitch gonna lose some Trues
Boy play crazy in this bitch we gon' shoot (nigga)
Smokin' on the pound, got 448 up in the booth
Ridin' in a rari and the inside look like soup
Cartiers on my face blocking' haters in the room
Only thing young nigga don’t wear is a suit
She ain’t no clothes the only thing I see is her tattoos (thot)
Dolce sweater, Louis bag when I walk in the room