fire truck - ola runt lyrics
[intro]
man, i’m finna’ send this dm (spin, spin spin)
y’all n*ggas ain’t gangster
vvs, you forgot to hit it
y’all n*ggas power rangers (man hit ’em, and they neighbor’s house too cause’ they f*ck with them)
[chorus]
wet yo block, man y’all n*ggas need a fire truck (y’all get hit)
i’m in that ‘cat, when i pull off, burn the tires up (skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)
i might go to h*ll, when i die, got a bible tucked (?)
i used to watch my daddy whip, but he wasn’t driving stuff (?)
i was standing on that corner, i wasn’t waiting on marta (marta)
i used to sit off in the backseat, loadin’ up my choppa’ (my stick)
i used to sit back on my dirt bike, like it was harley (?)
say it’s his birthday, call them henchmen, go shoot up the party (?)
[verse 1]
say he wanted smoke, he got tobacco (?)
boxed up like a newport (newport)
cremate now he ashes (oooo)
glizzy like a camera cause’ i get it and get flashy (woah)
back in middle school, i used to f*ck on b*tch named ashley (woah)
these n*ggas be p*ssy, they just blow up, bobby lashley (bobby lashley)
just like dwayne wade, n*gga your oldest son a f*ggot (hahaha)
(?) hit my phone from down the road, still (?)
call my shooter tooly, all he know is slang’ that rachet (woah, woah, woah, slang’)
[chorus]
wet yo block, man y’all n*ggas need a fire truck (y’all get hit)
i’m in that ‘cat, when i pull off, burn the tires up (skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)
i might go to h*ll, when i die, got a bible tucked (?)
i used to watch my daddy whip, but he wasn’t driving stuff (?)
i was standing on that corner, i wasn’t waiting on marta (marta)
i used to sit off in the backseat, loadin’ up my choppa’ (my stick)
i used to sit back on my dirt bike, like it was harley (?)
say it’s his birthday, call them henchmen, go shoot up the party (?)
[verse 2]
no cap, free the brim’ reaper (brim’ reaper)
i got a cold heart, walkin’ with a 10mm (that glock)
three n*ggas bodybagged, that’s a triple peater’ (he dead)
i just brought my n*gga home, just like derek jeter (like derek)
feds tappin’ in on phones, so i don’t talk to people (?)
i just saw a philly eagle
ridin’ round in that buick regal
good dope, call me ola*ethal
bye*bye carmen, ola preacher
talk to (?) through my (?)
never been a follower, imma’ die a leader
[chorus]
wet yo block, man y’all n*ggas need a fire truck (y’all get hit)
i’m in that ‘cat, when i pull off, burn the tires up (skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)
i might go to h*ll, when i die, got a bible tucked (?)
i used to watch my daddy whip, but he wasn’t driving stuff (?)
i was standing on that corner, i wasn’t waiting on marta (marta)
i used to sit off in the backseat, loadin’ up my choppa’ (my stick)
i used to sit back on my dirt bike, like it was harley (?)
say it’s his birthday, call them henchmen, go shoot up the party (?)
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