On Fire Lyrics - Young Dro

[Verse 1] 

I'm hot goddamn, brown Trans Am, I'm on fire 

Loud as Cham', standing in the trap with these loud ass jems 

Loud ass pipes, around these loud ass rims 

God, God, look at my garage, Maserati cars 

I can't see floors, this is no facade 

Bitches go retard 

Thousand packs we call that a banjo or a yard 

My paint keep falling, wet, wet shawty 

"Shoulder Lean" money, I'm still balling 

Got them soldiers in platoon, pockets on balloon 

Stack my money up and take a rocket to the moon 

AK in the freezer, but my glock is in the room 

When I get with these hoes, first we pop it then we zoom. 

The hottest in the room, you know I won't lie 

You know I'm sitting tall, you know I'm on fire 

[Chorus] 

Call me Young Dro Because I'm smoking on fire 

Ball if you want, please shawty don't try 

Players only live once, everybody going to die 

So whatever shawty want, you know shawty going to buy 

Aye, but shawty on fa, fa, fa, on fire 

Shawty on fa, fa, fa, on fire 

Shawty on fa, fa, fa, on fire 

Shawty on fa, fa, fa, on fire 

Call me Young Dro because I'm smoking on fire (X4) 

[Verse 2] 

I am Young Dro, what you telling me? 

Pocket full of celery, I know how to be a player 

I am Bill Bellamy, nigga run up on me wrong know I get a felony 

Dead fresh in the club, damn who the hell is he? 

Fellas be trying see my cars look like my Automart 

Rovers in the crowd and I don't know how to call them up 

I'ma start a hundred cars, race them up, paid them up 

Paint the Rica grey in March, Aqua Blue in April, dimes in the stable 

Gators I'ma blow them out 

Tell the bitches if they don't behave I'ma throw them out 

Drop top probable, make it rain on the Doppler 

Grand Hustle king got a mafia, nigga what's popping? 

I'm a beast, soon as I hit release mode 

Pop your open like the Lamborghini doors 

Young Dro I'm the "Best Thang Smokin'' 

On fire, on fire, on fire, on fire 

[Chorus] 

[Verse 3] 

Riding down Edgecombe, I just left Zaxby's 

Chickens at the restaurant, chickens in my Chevy trunk 

Classic, super straight, Dro you cannot duplicate 

Nigga you ain't hustle till you sold it out the Super 8 

Traveloid, super cake, do a hundred jazz up 

Super strong kush got them coughing like the swap meet 

(Incomprehensible) 

Dro you say you spent a million on the jewelry 

Who you lying to? Try who? 

Nigga I will suffocate and bust the K 

Show them how to cultivate, and buy a house with ocean state 

Plus I say I'm real with the hustle I multicate 

First they start biting, I require y'all muzzle they 

Mouth is doubt me, eight mile high houses 

Grand Hustle king y'all know what I'm about bitch 

[Chorus]