Pyro

Yeah, Webby

Time to light this fucker up, you know

We came to burn the place down

I'm here 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 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'[Chorus]

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[Chorus]

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

bacitracin

, 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 in Shavasana

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[Chorus]

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