Got My Fye

[Intro]
Play it from the top
(You aren't even a cool breeze for my man Taz)

[Chorus]
Uh, yup, uh, yup, uh (Reloaded)
Got your gun? Bitch, I got my fire (That fire)
Uh, he on IG, keep on trollin', he must be ready to die
Uh, she on IG showin' her ass, she want me to bust her down (Bust her down)
He got bucked for three of his poles, a nigga can't come back 'round (Can't come back 'round the door)
Uh (Aight, come on), swing the door from the back of the 'Cat, we hop out, blow shit down (Blow shit down, buddy, aight, come on)
Freak lil' bitch tryna throw me that cat, I know that pussy got mile (Mile, okay)
He say trapped in school and he ride with a thousand shots, ride in a stolen Track' (That stolen Track', aight, come on)
He on IG, cap 'bout all them bodies, nigga ain't caught no hat (He ain't caught no hat)

[Verse]
Bitch keep cappin', say she caught all them bodies, know that pussy smacked (Aight, come on)
Fuckin' this opp nigga bitch from the back and it's aight, she tryna push me back (Try push me back, aight, come on)
One shot to the middle of his motherfuckin' face, he tried to push me back (Tried to push me back)
Shell catcher, you know I don't leave no trace, we got cutters straight (Uh, aight, come on)
Playin' with gang, kept dissin' that six, got knocked off the map (He got knocked off the map)
I don't fuck with that 7.62 or that .300 Blackout, we takin' shit out (Takin' shit out, yeah)
This bitch tryna keep talkin', she runnin' her mouth, get the fuck out the house (Bitch, get the fuck out the house, aight, come on)
So much shooters on feet when we hop in that car, get the fuck out the South (We get the fuck out the South)
Uh, so much switches on Glock, when we catch as an opp, we whoopin' him out (Whoopin' him out)
Aight, come on, bitch keep trollin', my name in this mouth, get this bitch and whoopin' her out (And I'm whoopin' her out, aight, come on)
Ain't tryna catch you a hat in this bitch, why the fuck you keep pullin' it out? (Why you pullin' it out? Aight, come on)
Freak bitch tyna suck dick in the booth, on gang, she keep pullin' it out

[Chorus]
Uh, yup, uh, yup, uh (Reloaded)
Got your gun? Bitch, I got my fire (That fire)
He on IG, keep on trollin', he must be ready to die
Uh, she on IG showin' her ass, she want me to bust her down (Bust her down)
He got bucked for three of his poles, a nigga can't come back 'round (Can't come back 'round)
Uh (Aight, come on), swing the door from the back of the 'Cat, we hop out, blow shit down (Blow shit down, buddy)
Freak lil' bitch tryna throw me that cat, I know that pussy got mile (Mile, okay)
He say trapped in school and he ride with a thousand shots, ride in a stolen Track' (That stolen Track', aight, come on)
He on IG, cap 'bout all them bodies, nigga ain't caught no hat (He ain't caught no hat)

[Outro]
Aight, come on, punch me in
Put it one up