30 Deep Grimeyy & NWM Cee Murdaa - I’m On Fire lyrics

[Chorus: NWM Cee Murdaa] b*tch, I'm hot (I'm on fire), and who gon' put me out? b*tch just put her foot up on the couch, I had to put her out Shooters on the roof and they got scopes, they just lookin' out We could go to war, or we can link and we can hook it out The b*tch got long hair, so I'ma pull it out Said when she got pregnant, she regret it, wish I pulled it out And now I got them racks, she just lookin' now Promoter said it cost ten stacks just to book me now [Verse 1: 30 Deep Grimeyy] See me poppin' like some grease, I made it fully, now that b*tch sizzle Twelve got behind me, couldn't pull over, I had to zip a skittle She gon' eat the chicken to the bone and even eat the gristle Handicap stick on my Glock, and it'll leave you crippled What? It's on the floor, ni**a When I catch yo' ass in traffic, better blow, ni**a 'Cause I'm the type to hawk you down in the snow, ni**a You must not heard about that, at the store, ni**a (Huh, what?) You ain't know ni**a Fell out with my Blood 'cause he was fu*kin' wit' them Folk ni**as Shootout to Miami, hit the trenches wit' my Zo ni**as Thirty-six a bowl, b*tch we taxin', we don't know ni**as [Chorus: NWM Cee Murdaa] b*tch, I'm hot (I'm on fire), and who gon' put me out? b*tch just put her foot up on the couch, I had to put her out Shooters on the roof and they got scopes, they just lookin' out We could go to war, or we can link and we can hook it out The b*tch got long hair, so I'ma pull it out Said when she got pregnant, she regret it, wish I pulled it out And now I got them racks, she just lookin' now Promoter said it cost ten stacks just to book me now [Verse 2: NWM Cee Murdaa] It's ten bands to book me, it's zero to touch me In other words, you touch me then this Glock gon' get to bussin' My favourite gun the AK, I can't wait to go to Russia If you ain't from STL, then you gon' prove that you can't hustle [?] Like my lean hella thick, I mix it up like frozen custard I missed the names that make me mad, I bet I up the biggest cutter Now I'm eatin' lamb chops, remember eatin' peanut bu*ter Stop the roaches, please cut it Ten on yo' head, I can up it Once you dead, ain't gon' rush it No 42's that's gon' touch 'em Only thing to wait is nothin' Them shots comin' yo' way, dumpin' If he don't die, he in a coma, or gon' be in a concussion [Chorus: NWM Cee Murdaa] b*tch, I'm hot (I'm on fire), and who gon' put me out? b*tch just put her foot up on the couch, I had to put her out Shooters on the roof and they got scopes, they just lookin' out We could go to war, or we can link and we can hook it out The b*tch got long hair, so I'ma pull it out Said when she got pregnant, she regret it, wish I pulled it out And now I got them racks, she just lookin' now Promoter said it cost ten stacks just to book me now