Fire Rage lyrics

[Intro: Trippie Redd]
(Yeah)
Yeah, yeah
Geeked
(Yeah)

[Chorus: Trippie Redd]
Designer my clothes, ha, designer my hoes, yeah
She throw up the fire 'cause shawty a animal
You know I'm like the Hannibal, go wherever I plan to go
Really she wanna be mine, movin' quick, but not on my dime
'Bout to go out of town for the week
And I'm ridin' around with a freak
'Bout to turn up a five-star suite
And we roll up the pound, geeked
Wake up, right now, geeked
Turnt up right now, geeked
Went missin', was found, geeked
f*cked up right now, I'm geeked
Baby, I feel like Saddam, ha, blowin' sh*t up like thе bomb, ha
Blood on my goddamn face, huh, tat's on my neck and my arms
Hop in that 'Rari and race, huh, mama donе raised a star
I never cared what they say, big bag don't go down

[Post-Chorus: Lil Wayne]
f*ck out here, y'all b*tch n*ggas
What the f*ck up with y'all b*tch n*ggas?
What the f*ck wrong with y'all b*tch n*ggas?
I don't play with my own b*tch, n*gga
I make a statement on my own, b*tch n*gga
I smoke a J and I Chong, b*tch n*ggas
I point it straight at your dome, b*tch n*gga
I let it spray like cologne, b*tch n*gga
I take y'all out like a loan, b*tch n*gga
Why you outside alone, b*tch n*gga?
At the top of my lawn, b*tch n*gga
Lookin' down like a drone, b*tch n*gga
See bands, get bands, these bands, them bands
Got so much cash, I need spin class
I'm a boss, all I fall on is quicksand
Life threw a curveball, I'm a hit man
Got skulls on my wall, I'm sick, man
I take all of y'all alone like Ip Man
She gon' ride my face, she gon' ride my di*k, man
Twin'll ride me like a twin span, woah
Drippin' so hard like swim class, woah
n*ggas ain't large, they SlimFast, woah
n*ggas ain't hard like tic-tac-toe, woah
f*ck her from the back, give her whiplash, woah
[Verse: Lil Wayne]
House on the hill, I'm a hillbilly
Beatin' that boy, call me Lil' Billy
Cup big as Smalls on 'til I hear Diddy
I'ma Pop Smoke a n*gga like a real skillet
If she drop dead gorgeous, I'll still kill it
Yeah, drip so hard, and I'm still spillin'
Truth hurts, yeah, these n*ggas still healin', yeah
Pimpin' ain't dead long as I'm livin' (Ooh)
b*tch give me head like an aneurysm (Ooh)
Get money, do the math like algorithm (Ooh)
f*ckin' on a b*tch cat, that's a cataclysm (Ooh)
And the trunk got the gas, got the ammunition (Ooh)
n*gga pockets on fat, no malnutrition (Ooh)
n*ggas standing in the ass like a crack addiction (Ooh)
n*gga blowin' money fast like air condition, hoo
I'm in here givin' out vodka shots
I got a chopper, but we call it 'Bacca
'Cause I swear that b*tch'll go fah-fah-fah
I got a house on a beach, I'm a beach bum
Brown sand, blue with a white boat
Red dot, black gun, white smoke
Standin' ten toes down, make 'em tightrope

[Chorus: Trippie Redd]
Designer my clothes, ha, designer my hoes, yeah
She throw up the fire 'cause shawty a animal
You know I'm like the Hannibal, go wherever I plan to go
Really she wanna be mine, movin' quick, but not on my dime
'Bout to go out of town for the week
And I'm ridin' around with a freak
'Bout to turn up a five-star suite
And we roll up the pound, geeked
Wake up, right now, geeked
Turnt up right now, geeked
Went missin', was found, geeked
f*cked up right now, I'm geeked
Baby, I feel like Saddam, ha, blowin' sh*t up like the bomb, ha
Blood on my goddamn face, huh, tat's on my neck and my arms
Hop in that 'Rari and race, huh, mama done raised a star
I never cared what they say, big bag don't go down
[Post-Chorus: Lil Wayne]
f*ck out here, y'all b*tch n*ggas
What the f*ck up with y'all b*tch n*ggas?
What the f*ck wrong with y'all b*tch n*ggas?
I don't play with my own b*tch, n*gga
I make a statement on my own, b*tch n*gga
I smoke a J and I Chong, b*tch n*ggas
I point it straight at your dome, b*tch n*gga
I let it spray like cologne, b*tch n*gga
I take y'all out like a loan, b*tch n*gga
Why you outside alone, b*tch n*gga?
At the top of my lawn, b*tch n*gga
Lookin' down like a drone, b*tch n*gga
See bands, get bands, these bands, them bands
Got so much cash, I need spin class
I'm a boss, all I fall on is quicksand
Life threw a curveball, I'm a hit man
Got skulls on my wall, I'm sick, man
I take all of y'all alone like Ip Man
She gon' ride my face, she gon' ride my di*k, man
Twin'll ride me like a twin span, woah
Drippin' so hard like swim class, woah
n*ggas ain't large, they SlimFast, woah
n*ggas ain't hard like tic-tac-toe, woah
f*ck her from the back, give her whiplash, woah
[Outro: Lil Wayne]
n*ggas ain't hard like tic-tac-toe, woah
f*ck her from the back, give her whiplash, woah