on fa, fa, fa, on fire Shawty on fa, fa, fa, on fire Shawty on fa, fa, fa, on fire Shawty on fa, fa, fa, on fire Call me Young Dro because I'm smoking
sometimes ridiculous I'm so appalled, Spalding ball Balding Donald Trump taking dollars from y'all Baby you're fired, your girlfriend hired But if you don't mind I'ma keep you on
and the Hen' It's quite alright, with the 'dro in the wind With the 'dro in the wind Look at what we got, the rims and all the 'dro The 'dro and all
Coke and the Hen' It's quite alright, with the 'dro in the wind With the 'dro in the wind Look at what we got, the rims and all the 'dro The 'dro and
Talkin bout the greatest better throw him on the list too (who) Way at the top even stopped dreamin even in the offseason Im steamin (hot) Hurry up somebody better check our temperature On the fire
And i aint even talkin street shit Young angel, young lie and im done tryin I'm jus doin, who's drinkin' cause im buyin' It's on me, everything is on
While riding in my Cadillac What to my surprise Young Shawty I'm the pimp, so you know my game cold Step out my house, pink gators on my toes Brush all
on your face with a pocket full a' dough Dont feel like gettin hyphy like we do in the oh' Butcha wanna shoulder lean like my boy young dro Fresh to
ll get laid out, wit blood and ya brains out Have ya on the concrete shiverin' and shakin' I'm from South side motherfucker Where gats explode If you feel like ya on fire
, you know And WE get a lot of dough on the strength of me Get a lot of 'dro for the strength of fee Get a lot of blow but keep that on the D D what?
Nigga buck in the club like, fuck that shit Got my tone in the club like, fuck that shit Fire a blunt up on the dance floor, fuck that shit Straight walk
on the 34th floor they got them G's claimin true get blessed in the red, I get blessed in the blue So whatcha gonna do, young killa [ScareCrow
to be repped on Who whole block get stepped on If they outside, when I'm ride, I'ma ride 'til there's no more gas I'ma ride 'til I put you on your muthafuckin
Verse 1: Young Buck] Why you hate me nigga? Yo baby momma love me She see me in the club, and runs up and hug me I show her no love, she keep on comin
la la la la la la) get ya hands up but i aint here to party [x2] [Young Jeezy] nobody move nobody get hurt we came fo them niggas that be off on that
on the mic not snappin I'm fire hot not lukewarm, my arms frozen Picture me in a room full of hoes unchosen Picture me with no P.O. and no 'dro Picture
head, go head Shawty gotta ass on her, I'mma put my hands on her I'mma spend a couple grand on her, I'mma pop a rubberband on her Shawty gotta ass on
Okay, yuh, yuh, yuh Ay, okay, ay, ay, ay Come on Okay, yuh, yuh, yuh Ay, okay, ay, ay, ay Come on I never know whether I'm livin' fo' tomorrow or dyin
