I'm On Fire*

I feel like a-, I feel like a boss now, bitch you fired

I don't have no off now (Haha, yeah), I'm on fire (Skrrt-skrrt-skrrt)

Huh, yeah (Ya' dig?)

I feel like a boss now, bitch you fired

I don't have no off days, I'm on fire

Yeezy on my feet, bitch, I heard it through the wire

These niggas getting old, they should retire

Look at my attire, huh, bitch, I'm flyer

These niggas my little ones, pacifier

I tell my own story, me no need a writer

So bitch listen u-u-up, while I write it, yeah

Bitch, I'm in New York, sippin' drop, I ain't Carti, Milly Rock

When I pull up in that 'Rari, drop-top, keep a .40 with a thirty by my crotch

I remember havin' dimebags in my socks, now I can put a Rollie by my watch

Black, so I got the police on my cock, huh, fuck twelve, get off

I know they pissed off, 'cause a nigga winnin', I'm the champion like Queen, huh

Bitches on my phone say they need a dick to lean on

But when I was broke, they wasn't tryna link up, now they gon' fuck on my gang to get closer, uh

Does that give you closure? Does that give you closure?

I know that you mad, that you ain't invited over

Does that give you closure? Does that give you closure?

I know that you mad, that you ain't invited over

I feel like a boss now, bitch you fired

I don't have no off days, I'm on fire

Yeezy on my feet, bitch, I heard it through the wire

These niggas getting old, they should retire

Look at my attire, huh, bitch, I'm flyer

These niggas my little ones, pacifier

I tell my own story, me no need a writer

So bitch listen u-u-up, while I write it, yeah