Yeah, yeah
This a fire drill I feel like Carti
'Bout to jump out of this house
I got 20, 50s, 100s, please don't ask what's the amount
This a fire drill I feel like Carti
'Bout to jump out of this house
I got 20, 50s, 100s, please don't ask what's the amount
Yeah
Yeah, yeah
This a fire drill I feel like Carti
'Bout to jump out of this house
I got 20, 50s, 100s, please don't ask what's the amount
I got two zips with me, I'm always sliding when I'm out
I got nine sticks with me, and one hanging out my mouth
I can't see 'cause the smoke hit me
I just flew to Poland like I took a Lil Boat with me
If you just stop and look you'll find that ain't no hoe in me
I'm laying low like Warhol
I'm in the crib sleepin' so comfy
Watching figure skating with my eyes low
I know you ain't never seen me like a blindfold
I'm rollin' up a blunt with my eyes closed
All this f*ckin' TeamSESH man I think I feel like Elmo
You never told me how the bar goes
Bitch you never met me told you I was John Doe
It's been a hot
F*ck
Hold on, hold on
Yeah
It's been a hot winter, but I'm still skating thru the city
Me pass the rock? Never
It's T-Mac vs. the Spurs
What you know 'bout me
I took another cone to the face, call me a crash dummy
Rest in peace to Drakeo, bet you never heard me spit scummy
In the corner of the place behind my ear there's a stick on me
That's that D-Sled slang but it came from Bronsonlini
You know I had to order shrimp with the damn linguini
I'm never slowin' down, I'm in the fast lane bro I'm geekin
This a f*cking fire drill, someone call Veeze up
I been on the Ganger shit, somewhere kick my feet up
You ain't never heard me talk this spicy on the beat, huh
It's free Rio 'til it's backwards, man they gotta free 'em
D-Sled - FIRE DRILL Lyrics
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Yeah, yeah
This a fire drill I feel like Carti
'Bout to jump out of this house
I got 20, 50s, 100s, please don't ask what's the amount
This a fire drill I feel like Carti
'Bout to jump out of this house
I got 20, 50s, 100s, please don't ask what's the amount
Yeah
Yeah, yeah
This a fire drill I feel like Carti
'Bout to jump out of this house
I got 20, 50s, 100s, please don't ask what's the amount
I got two zips with me, I'm always sliding when I'm out
I got nine sticks with me, and one hanging out my mouth
I can't see 'cause the smoke hit me
I just flew to Poland like I took a Lil Boat with me
If you just stop and look you'll find that ain't no hoe in me
I'm laying low like Warhol
I'm in the crib sleepin' so comfy
Watching figure skating with my eyes low
I know you ain't never seen me like a blindfold
I'm rollin' up a blunt with my eyes closed
All this f*ckin' TeamSESH man I think I feel like Elmo
You never told me how the bar goes
Bitch you never met me told you I was John Doe
It's been a hot
F*ck
Hold on, hold on
Yeah
It's been a hot winter, but I'm still skating thru the city
Me pass the rock? Never
It's T-Mac vs. the Spurs
What you know 'bout me
I took another cone to the face, call me a crash dummy
Rest in peace to Drakeo, bet you never heard me spit scummy
In the corner of the place behind my ear there's a stick on me
That's that D-Sled slang but it came from Bronsonlini
You know I had to order shrimp with the damn linguini
I'm never slowin' down, I'm in the fast lane bro I'm geekin
This a f*cking fire drill, someone call Veeze up
I been on the Ganger shit, somewhere kick my feet up
You ain't never heard me talk this spicy on the beat, huh
It's free Rio 'til it's backwards, man they gotta free 'em
This a fire drill I feel like Carti
'Bout to jump out of this house
I got 20, 50s, 100s, please don't ask what's the amount
This a fire drill I feel like Carti
'Bout to jump out of this house
I got 20, 50s, 100s, please don't ask what's the amount
Yeah
Yeah, yeah
This a fire drill I feel like Carti
'Bout to jump out of this house
I got 20, 50s, 100s, please don't ask what's the amount
I got two zips with me, I'm always sliding when I'm out
I got nine sticks with me, and one hanging out my mouth
I can't see 'cause the smoke hit me
I just flew to Poland like I took a Lil Boat with me
If you just stop and look you'll find that ain't no hoe in me
I'm laying low like Warhol
I'm in the crib sleepin' so comfy
Watching figure skating with my eyes low
I know you ain't never seen me like a blindfold
I'm rollin' up a blunt with my eyes closed
All this f*ckin' TeamSESH man I think I feel like Elmo
You never told me how the bar goes
Bitch you never met me told you I was John Doe
It's been a hot
F*ck
Hold on, hold on
Yeah
It's been a hot winter, but I'm still skating thru the city
Me pass the rock? Never
It's T-Mac vs. the Spurs
What you know 'bout me
I took another cone to the face, call me a crash dummy
Rest in peace to Drakeo, bet you never heard me spit scummy
In the corner of the place behind my ear there's a stick on me
That's that D-Sled slang but it came from Bronsonlini
You know I had to order shrimp with the damn linguini
I'm never slowin' down, I'm in the fast lane bro I'm geekin
This a f*cking fire drill, someone call Veeze up
I been on the Ganger shit, somewhere kick my feet up
You ain't never heard me talk this spicy on the beat, huh
It's free Rio 'til it's backwards, man they gotta free 'em
Writer: Daniel VanSledright
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