Hit-Boy - Bonfire lyrics

[Verse 1: Oktane] Ok you bring the weed, you bring the food You call the girls up, you bring the booze We'll meet up at my spot and ride out and cruise To the hide out and think 'bout what we'll get high 'bout I got my girl I blow her back out until the lights out Ima marry that, gimmie that (inhales smoke) I like my weed like my music, loud Ladies always screamin when they choosin, ow So if we gonna do this than lets do this right now Cause the way the world moving we could all be going down Just know that we're behind the steering wheel let's move it right Peace and love smoke to that, who's got a light? Puff it now pa** it down laps around the room They want me to rap about shooting like dying is cool No colors, one race, that we're losing We'll win tomorrow, move that table and bring those brews in Tell your followers you bring 5 girls get 2 dudes in Gotta keep the ratio, don't play this on the radio These models check in for me now It's sweats and flip flops, oh this one for the pretty girls That f** with hip hop or real rap music or whatever you wanna call it You never get the bigger picture from inside the wallet So stop chasing the bread, start chasing your dreams Internet is the feds, molly got us like fiends Only d** that hurt us seem to be the only ones doctors prescribe And everything that k**s us makes us all feel alive [Hook: Oktane] So you bring the weed, you bring the food You call the girls up, you bring the booze We'll meet up at my spot and ride out and cruise Cause you bring the weed, you bring the food You call the girls up, you bring the booze We'll meet up at my spot and ride out and cruise To the bonfire [Verse 2: Price] I'm at the bonfire combing out my naps with a black pic With a black fist vibing to some boom-bap sh** Pocket full of cash and carmax for these chapped lips Telling stories about a black kid who loved to backflip And rap with us cause we making booths out the mattress Granny mad cause we recorded over all her cla**ics Stop the story reach into my jacket to grab some pre-rolls Cause there's some cool people around me that I can match with See some white skins, dark skins, mexicans All unified by the vibes I came to represent f** where you reside or your residence You hesitant, rappers couldn't walk a mile in these shoes I'm steppin' in Taking all challengers Coming harder than Murphy Lee's "Welcome to Atlanta" verse Ashes all on my flannel shirt There's only one creator And love is the religion To your heart you must listen Life is too short for divisions [Hook: Price] So you bring the weed, you bring the food You call your girls, you bring the booze We'll meet up at my spot and ride out and cruise One more time I say you bring the weed, you bring the food You call your girls, you bring the booze We'll meet up at my spot and ride out and cruise To the bonfire [Verse 3: G-Eazy] Thump thump, okay, let him rap Time to come together and connect the gap Known as the b**h-snatching-bandit that always dressed in black I think The Pack hit me like a brick I just woke up from an epic nap Missed text about a party yea I'll probably go Hit the lobby flow before I go, cup of coffee though On good days the honda feel like a bugatti though But the volumes low, hold on let me push this audio Splendid, so now I'm headed to this shin-dig Figure I'ma listen to this new sh** that my friends did Still the same homies ever since we all ascended Siri interrupts the silence to say the trip has ended Park and hop out as I wonder what could transpire In the event of someone talking sh** I'll pull my pants higher But it's good vibes only homies 'round the campfire Then my tribe marauders at midnight just like some vampires You bring the weed, you bring the food You call the girls up don't bring no dudes We'll meet up at my spot and ride out and cruise To the bonfire [Interlude] Get your vibe on, go on and on Get your rhyme on, go on and on Get your vibe on, go on and on Get your rhyme on, go on and on Get your vibe on, go on and on Get your rhyme on, go on and on Get your vibe on, go on and on Get your rhyme on, go on and on Get your vibe on, go on and on Get your rhyme on, go on and on [Cypher: Hit-Boy] My pack louder than a cop siren Thats why these police a** n***as wanna silence my squad We came to save the game from drowning like a licenced life guard Defying all odds took trips off of water and had hawaiian broads bop s**ers pray that I stop and get off the ladder Cause they know I got the tropicana The juice no less than a jug full I step in one leg at a time like a f**ing jump suit You sit back and watch the show from home like Hulu I stay on my toes like a ballet, no tutu Haters tryna dim Gang Starr rip Guru But I've been doing this sh** since FUBU Girls sit in traffic during rush hour just to bring me mushu I'm like a chemist in the stu just to make sure the feel ain't dead Big homie said you can't loaf around all day and still make bread sh** is changing I had to reprogram my mind and make new living arrangements Getting rid of self imposed immitations Still practicing patience working on my cadence Flow high Oktane like a service station That boy nice feigning for that feeling of significance But you can't enjoy the benefit if you can't accept the Price I continue to push this audio Is he better with the producing or lyrics? They bumping heads with they questions like Super Mario I'm repping throwing big dubs as I coast through Cali Repping like Chilly Chill squabbling at the bowling alley Repping like Kent M$ney pa**ing me Gucci [?] After I seen her at the Vibe in Riverside I'm reppin the ill and I kept it alive I'm reppin the ill and I keep it alive I'm reppin the ill and I kept it alive