Fire That b*tch lyrics

[Intro]
Good morning, Vietnam

[Chorus: Zed Zilla]
'Cause I'm about to fire this b*tch, 'cause I'm about to fire this b*tch
And when I fire this b*tch
Then you can go rehire that b*tch
'Cause I'm about to fire this b*tch, 'cause I'm about to fire this b*tch (Come back to fire this b*tch)
And when I fire this b*tch (When I fire this b*tch, you can have her)
Then you can go rehire that b*tch (Lay it on in these b*tches)

[Verse 1: Zed Zilla]
b*tch don't want no work (Work), hoe can't keep no job (Job)
Keep f*cking with my words (My words), keep taking all my bars (Bars)
She b*tching about a purse (Purse), she wrecked one of my cars (Cars)
Fire this thirsty ass b*tch, I swear to God
Think she Nicki Minaj (Minaj), all this expensive ass weave (Weave)
Oh my gosh, smoking my expensive ass weed
I'm 'bout tired of this sh*t (This sh*t)
Man, I'm 'bout to fire this b*tch (This b*tch)
And start a whole 'nother life
With a fine lil' Korean ho
You know how I had you right?
So you know what she in for, the finest sh*t (—nest sh*t)
Till I'm tired and fire this b*tch (This b*tch)
[Chorus: Zed Zilla]
'Cause I'm about to fire this b*tch, 'cause I'm about to fire this b*tch
And when I fire this b*tch
Then you can go rehire that b*tch
'Cause I'm about to fire this b*tch, 'cause I'm about to fire this b*tch
And when I fire this b*tch
Then you can go rehire that b*tch

[Verse 2: Yo Gotti]
I met a b*tch (b*tch), her name was Kim (Kim)
That ass was fat, (Fat) her waist was slim (True, true)
Exotic tats (Tats), you gotta see em (I seen you)
She from Saint Louis, boyfriend play for the Rams (Rams)
She know Nelly (Nelly), she f*cked Murf (Murf)
She got that make-a-wish pus*y, you want a purse?
This hoe Keisha (Keisha), that b*tch Tawuanna (Tawuanna)
They know how to party (Party), yeah they lots of fun (Fun)
Got a ho in Houston, a b*tch in Dallas
Got a North Memphis b*tch (b*tch), and she the baddest
ATL, that hoe from Zone 6 (6)
She f*ck my n*gga Gucci, and Bricksquad click, damn

[Chorus: Zed Zilla &]
'Cause I'm about to fire this b*tch, 'cause I'm about to fire this b*tch (I am)
And when I fire this b*tch
Then you can go rehire that b*tch (Ay [?] to my homeboys)
'Cause I'm about to fire this b*tch, I think I'm about to fire this b*tch (You know what I mean?)
And when I fire this b*tch
Then you can go rehire that b*tch
[Verse 3: Yo Gotti]
Yeah, I fell in love with a stripper
King of diamonds, b*tch, I hit the club just to tip her
Yeah, and I meant the b*tch on Twitter
Bad b*tches only, hooked the friend on the zipper

[Verse 4: Zed Zilla]
I fired her, she starvin'
Her big brother talking bout robbin' me
Hot cause I'm shinning like the pockets on my Robin jeans
Fired that b*tch, then fired up my swisser (Okay)
Damn, she had that fye head I'ma miss her
She be crazy with them tweets
Texting me, callin' where her job at
Showing up at the trap and all that (All that)
And you know I'm 'bout tired of this sh*t (This sh*t)
Shot out to town and change numbers on the b*tch (The b*tch)

[Outro: Zed Zilla]
'Cause I'm about to fire this b*tch, 'cause I'm about to fire this b*tch (Yeahh)
And when I fire this b*tch
Then you can go rehire that b*tch ([?] b*tch)
'Cause I'm about to fire this b*tch, 'cause I'm about to fire this b*tch (Ha!)
And when I fire this b*tch
Then you can go rehire that b*tch
(Cocaine [?], better ask me tomorrow)