Got My Fye lyrics

[Intro]
Play it from the top
(You won't leave him a clue? Please, for my man Taz)

[Chorus]
Uh, yup, uh, yup, uh (Reloaded)
Got your gun? b*tch, I got my fire (That fire)
Uh, he on IG, keep on trollin', he must be ready to die
Uh, she on IG showin' her ass, she want me to bust her down (Bust her down)
He got bucked for three of his poles, a n*gga can't come back 'round (Can't come back 'round the door)
Uh (Aight, come on), swing the door from the back of the 'Cat, we hop out, blow sh*t down (Blow sh*t down, buddy, aight, come on)
Freak lil' b*tch tryna throw me that cat, I know that pus*y got mile (Mile, okay)
He say trapped in school and he ride with a thousand shots, ride in a stolen Track' (That stolen Track', aight, come on)
He on IG, cap 'bout all them bodies, n*gga ain't caught no hat (He ain't caught no hat)

[Verse]
b*tch keep cappin', say she caught all them bodies, know that pus*y smacked (Aight, come on)
f*ckin' this opp n*gga b*tch from the back and it's aight, she tryna push me back (Try push me back, aight, come on)
One shot to the middle of his motherf*ckin' face, he tried to push me back (Tried to push me back)
Shell catcher, you know I don't leave no trace, we got cutters straight (Uh, aight, come on)
Playin' with gang, kept dissin' that six, got knocked off the map (He got knocked off the map)
I don't f*ck with that 7.62 or that .300 Blackout, we takin' sh*t out (Takin' sh*t out, yeah)
This b*tch tryna keep talkin', she runnin' her mouth, get the f*ck out the house (b*tch, get the f*ck out the house, aight, come on)
So much shooters on feet when we hop in that car, get the f*ck out the South (We get the f*ck out the South)
Uh, so much switches on Glock, when we catch as an opp, we whoopin' him out (Whoopin' him out)
Aight, come on, b*tch keep trollin', my name in this mouth, get this b*tch and whoopin' her out (And I'm whoopin' her out, aight, come on)
Ain't tryna catch you a hat in this b*tch, why the f*ck you keep pullin' it out? (Why you pullin' it out? Aight, come on)
Freak b*tch tyna suck di*k in the booth, on gang, she keep pullin' it out
[Chorus]
Uh, yup, uh, yup, uh (Reloaded)
Got your gun? b*tch, I got my fire (That fire)
He on IG, keep on trollin', he must be ready to die
Uh, she on IG showin' her ass, she want me to bust her down (Bust her down)
He got bucked for three of his poles, a n*gga can't come back 'round (Can't come back 'round)
Uh (Aight, come on), swing the door from the back of the 'Cat, we hop out, blow sh*t down (Blow sh*t down, buddy)
Freak lil' b*tch tryna throw me that cat, I know that pus*y got mile (Mile, okay)
He say trapped in school and he ride with a thousand shots, ride in a stolen Track' (That stolen Track', aight, come on)
He on IG, cap 'bout all them bodies, n*gga ain't caught no hat (He ain't caught no hat)

[Outro]
Aight, come on, punch me in
Put it one up