On Fire (Explicit)

On Fire (Explicit) - Young Thug

Written by：Young Thug

Don't make him mad he'll put that side b**ch on him

Don't make him mad he'll put that side b**ch on 'em

You made him mad he put you right back on there

You made him mad he put you right back where you started

Ain't got no more wristbands

Woah woah woah woah

Yeah 'bout stack up my figures

F**k you thought p**sy a** ni**a

Hop off a jet hop off a jet

Hop off a jet hop off a skrrt

Hop off a jet hop on a jet

Hop off a jet hold on

Shot that boy so many times he caught on fire

Every single night I'm spittin' fire

Tryna count my profit baby watch 'em

I'm tired of one I need to threesome

I need a threesome threesome yeah

Girls give me the threesome oh

Three three three three three three threesome

Push your head up and be strong

Ever since I lean on

Ashes in the Bentley I'm that raw

Wooden room in my Japanese home

Rockin' guess in my Japanese drawers rockin' guess

My friends signed my Japanese wall

Vintage clothes they kinda cost

I think you lost baby girl I think you lost but

Don't make him mad he'll put that side b**ch on him

Don't make him mad he'll put that side b**ch on 'em

You made him mad he put you right back on there Jeff

You made him mad he put you right back where you started

Ain't got no more wristbands but I got bands on me

Ain't got no more wristbands but I got bands on me

I'm in love with my clan 'bout tat they names on me

You can't trick me like I got the answers tatted on me

And ain't got no scratches on me

I got a ratchet ho and I got this ratchet on me

My life like dominoes I can't make mistakes Lil homie

Ayy I ain't got no scratches nowhere

I got good skin like a covergirl

You can come and chill with me

Let's drink a pint of codeine

Plus when she on syrup she a Lil easy

Breezy beautiful thugger girls with me

Enjoy the wealth until you're gone

Pillsbury Doughboy on strong

Wearing the seat belt just cause my son

I put a puddle on the neck of my son

I got some act I got some red in my tummy

I want some velvet on my Maybach in a month

I got the Benz still ain't traded in or nothing

I got like twenty cars baby pick one

Don't make him mad he'll put that side b**ch on him

Don't make him mad he'll put that side b**ch on 'em

You made him mad he put you right back on there

You made him mad he put you right back where you started

Ain't got no more wristbands but I got bands on me

Ain't got no more wristbands but I got bands on me

I'm in love with my clan 'bout tat they names on me

You can't trick me like I got the answers tatted on me

And ain't got no scratches on me

Got bloody murder on my boots mm

You kick 'em that b**ch the swoop mm

How dare you I kick ya ruler hrrah mm

My chains I'm rick the ruler mm

That's foreign ain't old school mm

We killin' ain't tryna sue you mm

Came a long way from ramen noodles mm

2017 porshes zoom mm

I see you eatin' girl you full mhm

Got molly in my red bull ah huh

I'm with the dogs and yeah we cruel uh huh

Everything you do be fire like you

Don't make him mad he'll put that side b**ch on him

Don't make him mad he'll put that side b**ch on 'em

You made him mad he put you right back on there

You made him mad he put you right back where you started

Ain't got no more wristbands

Woah woah woah woah

Yeah about suck on my figures

F**k you thought p**sy a** ni**a

Hop off a jet hop off a jet

Hop off a jet hop off a skrrt

Hop off a jet hop on a jet

Hop off a jet hold on