Mo Fire

[Hook: Fleck Wallace] On top, of you, peasants hating My team, we showtime Cups full plus blazing Mo Fire, Mo Fire You want tracks we got Mo Fire Fuck you and you your team My boys spit Mo Fire Mo Fire (x15) [Verse 1: Fleck Wallace] Still here same booth Ride around with my same crew Every time we done hit the club They had a bad roof they let the rain through We ride around like gangs do This the mafia you better pay dues (Oh Lord!) My niggas trapping I pray to god they pray to you (Amen.) My revenue I exercise I'm on point im energized That bitch never gave me play but she said my stack and I saw her thighs I don't know u guys run up on me and I show u guys Heavy metal, rock star, your demise through open eyes Tattoos, music, drugs, that's my life Night light, club light, cop light, I seen all the lights (AHH!) Tequila shot to the niggas out there with the biggest block and biggest Glocks big pimping outta that parking lot Shot to kink shot to pj no license on me but I race the freeway We don't give a fuck what he she say Running to the money like a fucking relay You talk a lot but you need not say Not one, not two, I'm three payed Got Mo Fire, Mo heat, all ya'll gone need mo shade [Hook: Fleck Wallace] [Intro: J. Matz] Uh, Yo, Yo! And it goes.. [Verse 2: J. Matz] I'm not to new but it seems familiar Trynna find my ground like the indians Be the greatest Reggie Miller (Indiana) Punch him in the face, bow down Cause I'm a Cavalier, why you shed a tear? How many fucks does it take to get a fuck To those who don't give a fuck, I'm the shit You just the bugs, surrounding the hype? I'll strip you of your stripes To reach that new height, bet I'mma wipe you out, just show me a good Mother fuckin' fight, let's do it One hook to the chin, take flight, sike I probably said it outta spite, drunk writing With my henney and my sprite, lesbihonest I ain't fucking with a dike, yikes! Trynna spit game but I'm hoping the club turn on the lights What you think I got time For you? Shit..I got shit to do, time's overdue Man, fuck your crew! They call me Joey cause I hop from tail to tail like a Baby Kangaroo And I fucked enough bitches to make a choir Trynna give you that, Mo Fire, I'm the supplier Finna make you higher, your songs fresh? But my shit's flyer, Uh, If I tell you I'm the best? I'm a liar liar, fuck around catch my pants on fire Killin' these beats, hit man for hire Burning these rappers all together, hahaha.. Looking like a bond fire, Put this dick.. [Hook: Fleck Wallace]