[Verse 1: Oksajin]
It was like Bam! From out of nowhere she came./
I couldn't even talk like novacane./
Usually this situation I'd have no restrain./
Shawty made me feel like I had no game./
I ain't strikin' out lookin' I'm a take that swing./
No pain no gain. She said no it's no thing./
She smokin hot cookin' on an open flame./
She was suicide and I was Kurt Cobain./
Damn! Grab a shovel hot metal to the brain./
I remember that face can't forget that name./
Had a flame in her eyes and a devilish frame./
No respect for anyone she say F that lame./
[Refrain: Tim Jones]
She was schemin. Trynna get that cream./
Have you so caught up you'll forget your dreams./
No escape she gets what she wants./
And if she wants you then you'll be the next one./
[Pre Chorus: Channel Jamil]
Naaaw I ain't sayin' she a gold digga./
But if you got enough scrilla then she'll roll witcha./
Flip the script up on you fore you get the whole pitcha (picture)./
Yell sick em to the wolves then they'll go get cha./
Cause she a money taker./
She's a heart breaker./
Bring you down underground like the undertaker./
Then she'll burn you in her flames./
[Chorus: Tim Jones]
She doesn't have no feelings./
They're in the lost and found./
This toxic loves she's spilling./
Will burn you to the ground./
She's an incinerator./
She's an incinerator./
She's an incinerator./
She'll burn you down./
[Verse 2: Channel Jamil]
Hot date go pick up the phone wit the.../
Fragrance of cologne and patron liquor./
(He so zoned)
In a daze don't get the whole picture./
(What she on?)
You don't wanna get to know this one./
Cause she the coldest known as emotionless./
If you give her roses they'll die from her frozen touch./
She said come over. Now he rollin./
In the range and the rover on the road and/
hopin' jakes don't pull em over. Cause he drunken./
In love no Hova doors open./
Everything in slow motion. She pull him closer./
No clothes on full exposure Pulled the toaster now its over.../
[Refrain: Tim Jones]
She was schemin. Trynna get that cream./
Have you so caught up you'll forget your dreams./
No escape she gets what she wants./
And if she wants you then you'll be the next one./
[Pre Chorus: Channel Jamil]
Naaaw I ain't sayin' she a gold digga./
But if you got enough scrilla then she'll roll witcha./
Flip the script up on you fore you get the whole pitcha (picture)./
Yell sick em to the wolves then they'll go get cha./
Cause she a money taker./
She's a heart breaker./
Bring you down underground like the undertaker./
Then she'll burn you in her flames./
[Chorus: Tim Jones]
She doesn't have no feelings./
They're in the lost and found./
This toxic loves she's spilling./
Will burn you to the ground./
She's an incinerator./
She's an incinerator./
She's an incinerator./
She'll burn you down./