Flame On by ratchet roach Lyrics

[Intro]
Pop goes the dessert eagle
A'int no time to mingle
Like a George Washington Bill
I'ma die single
Thinking to myself
I came up with another riddle

[Verse 1: Ratchet Raoach]
The ob ops sat on the wall
Caught them boys slipping
They had a bad fall
I can do this shit all day long
Clear the smoke just like a bong
What's the forecast this bitch fog
Money run in place like jog
No time to panic now stay calm
But if they play 38 flame on