Fire Starter lyrics

[Intro]
(Ayy, Ecko, turn it up)

[Chorus: PayGotti]
Break the b*tch for large amounts, it's just another day
Drop the skeezy when I slide so they could see my face
Forever screamin', "Free my dogs" until they pop the gates (Ayy, Ecko, turn this beat off if I ain't trippin' on it)
f*ck the pigs, ain't pullin' over, sh*t, let's take 'em on a chase
Goddamn, get your squabble up, it's time to program
She don't offer payments on the daily, that's a no, ma'am
I swap the 30 for a stock and this b*tch won't jam
Never been the type to love a b*tch, ain't into holdin' hands

[Verse 1: PayGotti]
Trophy status, I can't argue with no dumb b*tch
Dice game, if I don't hit my point, I'm finna up blick
Heart stoppers in this fully make him flum-flip
Face f*ck her, only bang her line so she could suck di*k
Rollie wrapped around his collar, brother, grab him
Showin' feet, it's like I'm funkin' with the track team
Watch the way you move, b*tch, it's a blicky in these stack jeans
Ain't with the chasing n*ggas down 'cause I got bad knees
Grim Reaper, I'ma meet you in your nightmare
Bro, how the f*ck you miss the shot and he was right there?
He stood on business 'bout his block until he died there
Send him to the sky with this fully, he Buzz Lightyear
Toe tagger, keep it cool 'cause I'm a soul snatcher
Don't give a f*ck where n*ggas from because it don't matter
I could tell the b*tch ain't have a bag, had to blow past her
Won't ever put my hands on women, just a ho slapper
Joe Jackson, play runner, bring the pack home
Blitz Madden, grab him up, then slap a sad song
Bad b*tch, I beat a lump in baby backbone
Put him on a shirt but you ain't slide with n*ggas passed on
[Verse 2]
All right
Look, I used to want a 23, it's only chops now
Pop a giant, b*tch yellin', "Timber," now watch him fall down
Them bleacher days was hittin' hard, I got the ball now (All right)
Okay, just turned they bro to ashes
Might walk up on the funeral and send shots at the casket
Say they told me, "Face the mojito," he throw me free attachments
That's a stick, switch the drum on it, he gone long
It hurt they soul that n*gga gone, why don't they slide for him?
n*ggas love them blocks to death, that's why they died on 'em
n*ggas love them chains to death, that's why they died for him
Look, just park the low right on they block so we can catch him
Lil' bro keep stock up in his sock, he say it's pressure
They think he crazy, say he talkin' to the devil
I put chrome 45th to his chest, that's heavy metal
Look, I'ma rock out and show these n*ggas how to get low

[Chorus: PayGotti]
Break the b*tch for large amounts, it's just another day
Drop the skeezy when I slide so they could see my face
Forever screamin', "Free my dogs" until they pop the gates (Ayy, Ecko, turn this beat off if I ain't trippin' on it)
f*ck the pigs, ain't pullin' over, sh*t, let's take 'em on a chase
Goddamn, get your squabble up, it's time to program
She don't offer payments on the daily, that's a no, ma'am
I swap the 30 for a stock and this b*tch won't jam
Never been the type to love a b*tch, ain't into holdin' hands