Fire by Kelowww Lyrics
They know i spit this
My bros blow that
[Verse 1]
Everybody know this fire that I spit is on soundcloud
Whisper in the mic and can still be talking loud
I do this for my bros, and i do this for the crowd
Free all of my bros, can't wait til they touchdown
And I ain't about being broke, who the hell I look like
If I don't got my money or my clothes, then I don't look right
When i have alot of gold, and working the long nights
So when my kids get old, they gone never have to fight
I'm trynna get a deal, pay every bill mama owe
And every body that's hating get on your knees like off your toes
And every dude that's hating gone appear at my show
I can take your girlfriend, turn her to a-
I don't gotta curse in my verse, I'm just giving you the basics
All these people trynna be cool, and I ain't even made it
Yet
I ain't even made it yet
Imagine when i get my first check
[Bridge]
Tell my bros we gone be on
Tell them hating girls we gone be on
Tell them hating niggas that I'm on
We proved everybody wrong
Tell my mama we gone be on
Tell my sister we gone be on
Tell my dad we gone be on
We proved everybody wrong with this
They know i spit this
My bros blow that
[Bridge 2]
They know this fire that I spit
This guap I'm trynna get
To all them hating ass girls
They gone change up quick
They gone be on
Trynna get some shh
Girl you can't get nothing
They know this fire that I spit
This guap I'm trynna get
To all them hating ass girls
They gone change up quick
They gone be on
Trynna get some shh
Girl you can't get nothing but this
[Verse 2]
I think I'm killing every yu, yu, yunging in the game
Nigga whats my competition
Looks down on these niggas, like "ain't no competition"
I just play my role right, like the point guard position
On my way to the top, and it's everybody mission
If you don't like my sounds, you broke, bum, you hating and
You ain't listening
I came up from nothing, ain't have, food in the kitchen
Now I'm on the come up, glad to be in this position
My homies kept me focused, and kept my palm itching
For the cash, you know what it was
Like a cigarillo I only need a buzz
Trynna pop my collar
Thinking is my verses really worth a million dollars
Nah nigga, don't doubt it cause its worth a million dollars
No its worth a trillion dollars
My sound its self should be worth a million dollars
My bros blow that
[Verse 1]
Everybody know this fire that I spit is on soundcloud
Whisper in the mic and can still be talking loud
I do this for my bros, and i do this for the crowd
Free all of my bros, can't wait til they touchdown
And I ain't about being broke, who the hell I look like
If I don't got my money or my clothes, then I don't look right
When i have alot of gold, and working the long nights
So when my kids get old, they gone never have to fight
I'm trynna get a deal, pay every bill mama owe
And every body that's hating get on your knees like off your toes
And every dude that's hating gone appear at my show
I can take your girlfriend, turn her to a-
I don't gotta curse in my verse, I'm just giving you the basics
All these people trynna be cool, and I ain't even made it
Yet
I ain't even made it yet
Imagine when i get my first check
[Bridge]
Tell my bros we gone be on
Tell them hating girls we gone be on
Tell them hating niggas that I'm on
We proved everybody wrong
Tell my mama we gone be on
Tell my sister we gone be on
Tell my dad we gone be on
We proved everybody wrong with this
They know i spit this
My bros blow that
[Bridge 2]
They know this fire that I spit
This guap I'm trynna get
To all them hating ass girls
They gone change up quick
They gone be on
Trynna get some shh
Girl you can't get nothing
They know this fire that I spit
This guap I'm trynna get
To all them hating ass girls
They gone change up quick
They gone be on
Trynna get some shh
Girl you can't get nothing but this
[Verse 2]
I think I'm killing every yu, yu, yunging in the game
Nigga whats my competition
Looks down on these niggas, like "ain't no competition"
I just play my role right, like the point guard position
On my way to the top, and it's everybody mission
If you don't like my sounds, you broke, bum, you hating and
You ain't listening
I came up from nothing, ain't have, food in the kitchen
Now I'm on the come up, glad to be in this position
My homies kept me focused, and kept my palm itching
For the cash, you know what it was
Like a cigarillo I only need a buzz
Trynna pop my collar
Thinking is my verses really worth a million dollars
Nah nigga, don't doubt it cause its worth a million dollars
No its worth a trillion dollars
My sound its self should be worth a million dollars