Yeah, Webby
Time to light this fucker up, you know
We came to burn the place down
I came to say I'm stuck in my ways
Still no signs of change that are comin' with age
And still got drugs for days
Still drunk on stage
And still keep me some pussy cats
Got me a couple of strays
The Tabby and the Siamese
Want that Meow-Mix please
Got 'em purring while I work 'em and givin' 'em what they need
What they want
What you really want, want?
With the seams about the rip
With that ass tryna fit in them jeans
She rubbin' on me like I got a genie caught in a lamp
She like it when I'm dominant and make her follow commands
A little freak on a leash in the palm of my hand
My little Jasmine, 5'4", foreign and tan
And we can ride through them streets like I'm Prince Ali
Until the gas tanks dry and the whips on E
I got the raspy voice but I'm still on key
So let's ride baby, ven aquí
And you know we gon'
We gon' ride out, get up and go (Wile out)
We gon' wile out, give 'em a show (Hit 'em high)
Hit 'em high now hit 'em down low
And if you don't know, we came to burn the place down
Slide out, switchin' lanes like, woah (Like, woah)
Fast life but the whip ride slow (Skrt, skrt)
Bad bitch sittin' shotty in the Rover
Game over, yo
We came to burn the place down
So get the flame ignited
Pull up with the squad and create a crisis
With a team full of broads all shapes and sizes
Give it to 'em just the way they like it
Yeah, I got a milf makin' eggs when I stay the night
And a little ratchet ass, Bhad Bhabie type
With a coke head chick doin' lines off my dick
And a good girl I could probably make my wife
Yeah, them bad bitches
Them scantily clad bitches
Those put it in they mouth so deep, they gag, bitches
Those unresolved issues with their dad, bitches
Who really outside, ain't messin' with catfishes
And the average is a nine or ten
Hit it then get back a bit
So find a pen
So I can write my life down with these rhymes and then
I'm back at it when it's time again
'Cause you know we 'bout to
We gon' ride out, get up and go (Wile out)
We gon' wile out, give 'em a show (Hit 'em high)
Hit 'em high now hit 'em down low
And if you don't know, we came to burn the place down
Slide out, switchin' lanes like, woah (Like, woah)
Fast life but the whip ride slow (Skrt, skrt)
Bad bitch sittin' shotty in the Rover
Game over, yo
We came to burn the place down
Got the gasoline and matches
Hear them sirens all around
Make 'em bump to this
They gon' build a smart city when I'm done with this
I'm known to play with fire
I won't quit until I burn it to the ground
And a few set to blow
So it's game time, ready, set, go
Check, back up in this bitch like a uterus
And I don't even rock a rubber when I'm doin' this
Bars on me, been around, not new to this
They say that I'm a lot of things
I'll wear it if the shoe will fit
Howlin' at the moon and shit
They're sayin' that I'm nuts
Full blown lunatic
Jameson in the cup
Gator tails on the table as a way of wakin' up
In the spot like [?] and Trace and I be stayin' in the cut (Yeah)
Try to take us out?
Well, that gon' take a lot of ya
Shades on my face, uh
Movin' like the Mafia
Roll like John Gotti
Fill a bag with a body
Yeah, I put 'em down, dawg
Got 'em laying [?]
Ride like I'm racin'
Cops can't catch but they try so they chasin'
A young Tom Vercetti
I'm calm and ready and all of Vice City's mine for the taking
Webb
We gon' ride out, get up and go (Wile out)
We gon' wile out, give 'em a show (Hit 'em high)
Hit 'em high now hit 'em down low
And if you don't know, we came to burn the place down
Slide out, switchin' lanes like, woah (Like, woah)
Fast life but the whip ride slow (Skrt, skrt)
Bad bitch sittin' shotty in the Rover
Game over, yo
We came to burn the place down
