Fire & Fury lyrics

[Verse: Yung Simmie]
No love in these streets so I show none
I just left my old b*tch for a new one
I’m on my basic sh*t, and you hate this sh*t
I’m a dog, eat it up like it’s bacon bits
You put a molly in the drink tryna rape the b*tch
My b*tch bring me other b*tches like ‘Choose a b*tch’
I’m too legit, i’m looking for a crown that fit
And a pint of that lean so I can down that sh*t
I upgrade my b*tch, never save a b*tch
I make her give me all the money that you gave the b*tch
I pull off in the whip with the limo tint
Simmie The Menace, don’t f*ck with him
If you f*ck with him, that’s bad luck for you
My hittas is lurking, merkin’, so what you gon do
I pull up, it’s closed curtain for you and your crew
I’m balling like Michael Jordan, my name on my shoe
You shooting but you ain’t scoring, I’m laughing at you
I came from the dirt, I got mud on my shoes
Spending money on drugs, but I pay my dues
Breaking the rules, I was that dude that hated going to school
I had to find my grind, made love to my pen, had sh*t on my mind
Now everything make ‘sense’, I ain’t dropping a dime
I got lyrical clips ready for wartime

[Verse: Rell]
Time to detonate, hit the kill switch
See me duckin’ everyday, a n*gga hood rich
Freaky b*tch up in my whip, im finna get her too
She get to biting on my lip, that pus*y pink and blue
Money moves is all I know, when you stuck, glitch
I can give you the directions, no need a compass
Smoking fire full of fury, you won’t have a clue
When I get to bending corners like a rhombus
So run b*tch, better sprint when I drum b*tch
I’m too legit, and I eliminate any competit
Competition ain’t an issue, i’m the dominant
I need a piece of every plate like a condiment
Follow this imma prowl, creep in the night, see I move slow
Heel leach in my eye, draining my soul
Never sleep on the vibe, I touch goal
n*ggas green, geico, I-M-O
In my opinion, people want me to give em a break
I see the crooked in you n*ggas, you know that i’m straight
I hit the book, I leave the pencil, i’m feeling too safe
We totin’ missiles like the army, NWA
f*ck out the way, [?] something to say
From west to the bank, still I flip the pack
Never complaint, no I might hit you till the skrilla gon’ feel us
275 Ain’t no other gang