Fire

[Hook] This that, fire! [Verse 1] It's your man Bambino, Sick Boi thriller King of fly rappers, there ain't none iller I'm into fly sneakers, colors like Gullies So if you don't know me by now: "You's a dummy" It's the Sick Boi anthem, girls take your coats off Get the champagne, pop the cork like Sosa Make some mimosas, get like me Spanish girls holla say, "Aye papi" Ooh la la, on the French Riviera These other boys sandals, straight club benders We some go-getters, you should know better Your girl think 'bout me while she drivin' a Jetta Used to blast Kelly Clarkson, now she a sick girl Hot pink shirt and them lime green sneakers Take a quick picture, put me on blast Call the fireman, he need to come fast I'm on fire [Hook] [Verse 2] They call me Sick Boi cause they know I'm so sick Purple on my starter cap, yellow on my kicks Haters talkin' shit, they think they so slick And if you don't like my style: "Eat a dick" I'm a younger Denzel, say it ain't so I'm all puffed up like I'm made of afros But my neck ain't froze, where's the boy's jewelery? Don't need it nigga, clothes bright, shine beautifully Used to sport Airs then I had to get Grind Now I look great, now I'm top of the line Used to go hungry when I'd buy them new shoes Now I'm like "Mm..food" like MF Doom Busy makin' moves like my name was Tetris Money in the bank, you can check my mattress Bright like Mantis and I ain't selfish I got the game shook like a young black Elvis Fire [Hook]