Give me fuel, Give me fire, Burning hard, loose and clean Quench my thirst with gasoline Churning my direction, Ohhh, on I burn Fuel is pumping engines Give me that which I desire,

Firing at niggas, I'm firing at niggas I'm firing at niggas outside I feel like Malcolm X, I'm peepin' out the blinds Don't care if it's nine hundred niggas outside I'm coming out firing at niggas Firing at niggas I hear sirens, I'm firing I'm firing

You don't see me in the hood, it's cause I'm doing this man Niggas, I'm still grinding (yeah), I still hearing those sirens I'm still getting chased by those lights Only the light's lime, and my mic's on And my time is none, because I'm writing more I

Them bum bitches ain't allowed, sir On the gas, sir, on the gas, sir Splurgin' cash, sir, throwin' cash, sir Fuckin' hoes, sir, fuckin' hoes, sir Ridin' foreigns, sir, ridin' foreigns, sir Dirty Fanta, sir, dirty Fanta, sir Hot Atlanta, sir, Hot Atlanta,

I tell niggas to suck my dick, get the fuck out my face 'Cause I don't need 'em 'Cause they're, never around, when I'm down Shot and I'm bleedin' Yeah, it is what it is man Sirens flashin' you know the routine, the crime scene taped off It started out a