Fuego Video (MV)

Boy we on that fuego that shit hot
On another level want a lot
Excuse me while I mash on the gas
On that fuego shit like I done struck a match

This that fire, this that fuego
Chuck the duece hasta luego
Now my eyes are on a payroll
I'm a beast like Danny Trejo
Say hoe, I don't play no games
Unless I'm getting paid
Then if that's the case
Im suiting up, you're gettin jay'd
MVP like K.D they can't see who I be
Time is tickin down, I'm a pull up on the 3 yeah
My mind on ballin, my vision callin
I'm goin all in makin sure we all win
Hotter than the sun, can you feel the heat?
Felt the flame and made the beat
Sparked the coals and blazed the streets
Production pyro and I roll in with the heatwave
Different style runnin wild I'm a beast baby
And I ain't worried what they think
Ain't doin nothin for me
I'd rather focus on the prize and a couple rollies
I'm thowin deuce and givin playas dab
You know the southside actin bad on the slab

Run up on the spice yo, really so nice though
Love the way I work it, on the beat I got the right flow
Sippin on that crown dog, I don't hear a sound na
Go against me homie, that'll be your downfall
I'm a Hibachi grill, flamin all dese fishy rappers
Runnin through the list, head to toe then flip it backwards
I'm like a gymnast so give me my gold medal
Cuz when it settles to cero, soy mero mero
Don't enter in the crossfire if you ain't got no ammo
I'm dumpin on dese lames, bustin hits up out the bando
Sportin like a Lambo, when I' switchin up my gears
Passin up the haters, chunk the deuce that's what it is
I'm a G that's just me, it's embedded in my genes
Fresh and so clean stunt hard and rock the scene playa
And if you didn't know, that boy got the sickest flow
We bout to turn up more, and I don't need you no

Gon and crock pot, I'm cookin up the caldo
Mix it all together but I do it with the style though
Fresher than febreeze, more like Dolce & Gabanna
Been goin hard all day and I'ma do the same manana
Scorchin on the track, it's my fortune just to tax
On a trip to score the bags, Polo store poppin tags
Man I'm hotter than the hottest jalapeno you can think of
Hotties wanna holla but I'm tryin to get my bank up
Remember that, write it down and take a picture
You think I need ya? Shit I don't even miss ya
I've been workin bout to reap what I sowed
MVP who I be on the beat thinkin throwed yeah
Hit the Milly Rock on anyone who trippin
Stay up on your toes, they love to catch you slippin
This shit it hot like Cash Money in 99
I'm talkin prime time, every beat my rhymes shine