Chief Keef feat. NBA YoungBoy – Fireman (Lyrics | Audio)

Lyrics “Fireman” by Chief Keef feat. NBA YoungBoy

When you in that fire, I’m the only who can save you
Why you say that I’m the fireman
Go ask about me, I never ran
Young n**ga with whole lotta bands

I be loosing my mind when I’m boxed in
I make that b**ch do a handstand
‘Lot of dope in a car, I’m Saran Man
‘Lot of molly in me likea I’m a Sandman

Landlord of the North, like Nino
‘Lot of money on me, like C-Note
Strapped up, got Glock on my waist, oh
Chief Keef flex hard, like Big Sos’
Make love, fall out on a kilo
Talk down but they count on me though
I could start up the car with no key, h*e
These n**gas ain’t comin’ like me, no

I got on dope, and it’s supreme
Styling so hard, I make you collapse
Studio go hard, I ain’t taking no bath
All day I’ve been working inside of the lab
I ain’t ever got to write ’cause I know how to rap
They tell me slow down, ’cause I’m moving too fast
Uber too far so I hop in the cab
Hop on the jet, take a flight to the Carib’
Got luck, like a four leaf clover
Full of drugs like I’m never sober
Flex hard like I’m Chief Sosa
FN wit a beam I’m totin’
Got a stick with a drum, I blow it
N**ga play me wrong, I show it
Tell me how the f**k you ain’t know it
N**ga know, I be on it

When you in that fire, I’m the only who can save you
Why you say that I’m the fireman versuri.online
Go ask about me, I never ran
Young n**ga with whole lotta bands
I be losing my mind when I’m boxed in
I make that b**ch do a handstand
‘Lot of dope in a car, I’m Saran Man
‘Lot of molly in me like I’m a Sandman

Landlord of the North, like Nino
‘Lot of money on me, like C-Note
Strapped up, got a Glock on my waist, oh
Chief Keef flex hard, like Big Sos’
Make love, fall out on a kilo
Talk down but they count on me though
I could start up the car with no key, h*e
These n**gas ain’t comin’ like me, no

Got a Gucci headband like I’m AI
Put a n**ga in a Mac tell him FaceTime
Folks ‘nem took tons, see you take time
All this money on my watch, I can’t waste time
All this mula that I make I could waste shells
B**ch wipe me down like a windshield
She read my tats, I’m a Kindle
I just met a b**ch she like Kendall
Used to have a 38 like YoungBoy
Hit you with this fully auto drum, boy
When you hear pow-pow, run boy
Explosive car outside making damn noise
We blowin’ them, can we get the drum roll
Like a Gmail, looking unfold
I’m sipping drink out the punch bowl
How you gonna catch up running slow
Damn, I know

Landlord of the North, like Nino
‘Lot of money on me, like C-Note
Strapped up, got Glock on my waist, oh
Chief Keef flex hard, like Big Sos’
Make love, fall out on a kilo
Talk down but they count on me though
I could start up the car with no key, h*e
These n**gas ain’t comin’ like me, no…

➤ Written by YoungBoy Never Broke Again & Chief Keef
Album: Almighty So 2
Produced by Tay Keith
Chief Keef & NBA YoungBoy 2019

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