Ayy, Burn the booth so bad
You would've thought I caught a arson charge
Position-less rapping like b-ball
Not a foward not a guard
Don't even mess with me
Those 5th ward demons might pull your card
At 10 years old I look after myself
I had to rush for yards
Pull up in that demon
Every season all across the region
One day I'll be rich enough
To travel from Houston to Sweden
Prodigy everytime I'm out
Like Maxwell Jacob Friedman
I run my own universe but no my name is Steven
Hold wait a minute
I'm not sipping y'all thought I was finished
Stopped at nothing
Just to see the fam and homies finally winning
Things are small right now
I'm well aware this is just the beginning
I'm always moving quiet
So don't even think that you will catch me slipping
Donuts in the V6 while I'm playing Three Six Mafia
Keep you up at night
Making sure you got insomnia
You go make me lose my mind
While we keepping the party up
Took the wock to Poland
Like I'm yachty sipping out the cup
Honest with my money
So you know I always keep it a buck
Pull over by officers
Cause they saw my lambo truck
Brand new exclusive G-shock
One my wrist make sure it's never stuck
Shots in the air
Who is there
Everyone besides me now has to duck
Bang Bang who is that
Probably a nigga who be selling crack
Trying to be Franklin saint
Lost the money playing blackjack
Don't even think about it
You'll see your life end in a flash back
And now you wondering why
You didn't stop when your homie screamed fallback
Burn the booth so bad
You would've thought I caught a arson charge
Position-less rapping like b-ball
Not a foward not a guard
Keep all that, keep all that, that shit is hard
Mr. Lashawn - Arson Charge Lyrics
Mr. Lashawn - Arson Charge Lyrics
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English
Ayy, Burn the booth so bad
You would've thought I caught a arson charge
Position-less rapping like b-ball
Not a foward not a guard
Don't even mess with me
Those 5th ward demons might pull your card
At 10 years old I look after myself
I had to rush for yards
Pull up in that demon
Every season all across the region
One day I'll be rich enough
To travel from Houston to Sweden
Prodigy everytime I'm out
Like Maxwell Jacob Friedman
I run my own universe but no my name is Steven
Hold wait a minute
I'm not sipping y'all thought I was finished
Stopped at nothing
Just to see the fam and homies finally winning
Things are small right now
I'm well aware this is just the beginning
I'm always moving quiet
So don't even think that you will catch me slipping
Donuts in the V6 while I'm playing Three Six Mafia
Keep you up at night
Making sure you got insomnia
You go make me lose my mind
While we keepping the party up
Took the wock to Poland
Like I'm yachty sipping out the cup
Honest with my money
So you know I always keep it a buck
Pull over by officers
Cause they saw my lambo truck
Brand new exclusive G-shock
One my wrist make sure it's never stuck
Shots in the air
Who is there
Everyone besides me now has to duck
Bang Bang who is that
Probably a nigga who be selling crack
Trying to be Franklin saint
Lost the money playing blackjack
Don't even think about it
You'll see your life end in a flash back
And now you wondering why
You didn't stop when your homie screamed fallback
Burn the booth so bad
You would've thought I caught a arson charge
Position-less rapping like b-ball
Not a foward not a guard
Keep all that, keep all that, that shit is hard
You would've thought I caught a arson charge
Position-less rapping like b-ball
Not a foward not a guard
Don't even mess with me
Those 5th ward demons might pull your card
At 10 years old I look after myself
I had to rush for yards
Pull up in that demon
Every season all across the region
One day I'll be rich enough
To travel from Houston to Sweden
Prodigy everytime I'm out
Like Maxwell Jacob Friedman
I run my own universe but no my name is Steven
Hold wait a minute
I'm not sipping y'all thought I was finished
Stopped at nothing
Just to see the fam and homies finally winning
Things are small right now
I'm well aware this is just the beginning
I'm always moving quiet
So don't even think that you will catch me slipping
Donuts in the V6 while I'm playing Three Six Mafia
Keep you up at night
Making sure you got insomnia
You go make me lose my mind
While we keepping the party up
Took the wock to Poland
Like I'm yachty sipping out the cup
Honest with my money
So you know I always keep it a buck
Pull over by officers
Cause they saw my lambo truck
Brand new exclusive G-shock
One my wrist make sure it's never stuck
Shots in the air
Who is there
Everyone besides me now has to duck
Bang Bang who is that
Probably a nigga who be selling crack
Trying to be Franklin saint
Lost the money playing blackjack
Don't even think about it
You'll see your life end in a flash back
And now you wondering why
You didn't stop when your homie screamed fallback
Burn the booth so bad
You would've thought I caught a arson charge
Position-less rapping like b-ball
Not a foward not a guard
Keep all that, keep all that, that shit is hard
Writer: Demontreon Ware
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid