On Fire

[Intro] Don't make him mad, he'll put that side bitch on him Don't make him mad, he'll put that side bitch on 'em You made him mad, he put you right back on the, shelf You made him mad, he put you right back where you started Ain't got no more wristbands― (Woah, woah, woah, woah) Yeah 'bouta stack up my figures (Woah, woah, woah, woah) Fuck you thought? Pussy ass nigga Hop off a jet (hop off a jet) Hop off a jet (hop off a skrrt) Hop off a jet (hop on a jet) Hop off a jet (hold on!) [Verse 1] Shot that boy so many times he caught on fire Every single night I'm spittin' fire Tryna count my profit, baby watch 'em I'm tired of one, I need to threesome (yeah) I need a threesome (threesome, yeah) Girls give me the threesome (oh) Three, three, three, three, three, three, threesome Push your head up and be strong Every city I leave I lean on Ashes in the Bentley, I'm that raw Wooden room in my Japanese home Rockin' Guess in my Japanese drawers (rockin' Guess) My friends signed my Japanese wall Vintage clothes, they kinda cost I think you lost, baby girl I think you lost but [Chorus] Don't make him mad, he'll put that side bitch on him Don't make him mad, he'll put that side bitch on 'em You made him mad, he put you right back on the, shelf You made him mad, he put you right back where you started Ain't got no more wristbands but I got bands on me Ain't got no more wristbands but I got bands on me I'm in love with my clan, 'bouta tat they names on me You can't trick me like I got the answers tatted on me And ain't got no scratches on me [Verse 2] I got a ratchet ho and I got this ratchet on me My life like dominoes, I can't make mistakes lil' homie Ayy, I ain't got no scratches nowhere I got good skin like a Covergirl You can come and chill with me Let's drink a pint of codeine Plus when she on syrup she a lil easy Breezy Beautiful Thugger Girls with me Enjoy the wealth until you're gone Pillsbury Doughboy on strong Wearing the seat belt just 'cause my son I put a puddle on the neck of my son I got some Act, I got some red in my tummy I want some velvet on my Maybach in a month I got the Benz, still ain't traded in or nothin' I got like twenty cars, baby pick one [Chorus] Don't make him mad, he'll put that side bitch on him Don't make him mad, he'll put that side bitch on 'em You made him mad, he put you right back on the, shelf You made him mad, he put you right back where you started Ain't got no more wristbands but I got bands on me Ain't got no more wristbands but I got bands on me I'm in love with my clan, 'bouta tat they names on me You can't trick me like I got the answers tatted on me And ain't got no scratches on me [Verse 3] Got bloody, murder on my boots, mm You kick 'em, that bitch the swoop, mm How dare you, I kick ya ruler (hrrah, mm) My chains, I'm Rick the Ruler, mm That's foreign, ain't old school, mm We killin', ain't tryna sue you, mm Came a long way from ramen noodles, mm 2017 Porshes zoom, mm I see you eatin' girl, you full, mhm Got Molly in my Red Bull, ah-huh I'm with the dogs, and yeah we cruel, uh-huh Everything you do be fire like you [Outro] Don't make him mad, he'll put that side bitch on him Don't make him mad, he'll put that side bitch on 'em You made him mad, he put you right back on the, shelf You made him mad, he put you right back where you started Ain't got no more wristbands― (Woah, woah, woah, woah) Yeah 'bouta suck on my figures (Woah, woah, woah, woah) Fuck you thought? Pussy ass nigga Hop off a jet (hop off a jet) Hop off a jet (hop off a skrrt) Hop off a jet (hop on a jet) Hop off a jet (hold on!)