You know that i
Got my f*ckin'
Homies ima rider
I can't let my girl
Walk down the
Street i gotta hide her
I could turn this bitch
Into a pop star
Like mariah
I just waste my time
Stay gettin fried
I'm always higher
I lived in the hills
And then upgraded
To a trap house
I been drinking so much
Swear to god
I might go black out
I got all this bread
Up to the ceiling
It's a stack now
Someone in my crib
I grab the strap
Right off the rack now
Leavin' cuz i cant stand y'all
I don't care if your mans ball
Chainsmokin' on menthol
Wasted, made your mans fall
Plenty hoes
I got two phones
Bitches never
Leavin' me alone
Rollin up
Now i get stoned
Wakin' up
Send the bitch home
You know that my squad
They bouta ride
Know they always ride
Movin' pounds
We workin' from inside
Always stay inside
Work so hard
Sometimes i wanna die
Swear i wanna die
Got these memories
I'm traumatized
Yeah i'm traumatized
I hear em talkin', look and they stalkin'
Where they be goin'
I took the game and switched up my lane
You know i be flowin'
She gimme top no she never stop
These bitches supplyin'
They f*ck with my head, they keepin it steady
Why they all lyin'
Actin like I'm nothin'
When you say you wanted more
So i pull up to your crib
But you're lockin' up the door
Argue every f*ckin' night
Can't keep goin' back and forth
I ain't doin' nothin' wrong
Never feelin' no remorse now
You know that i
Got my f*ckin'
Homies ima rider
I can't let my girl
Walk down the
Street i gotta hide her
I could turn this bitch
Into a pop star
Like mariah
I just waste my time
Stay gettin fried
I'm always higher
You know that my squad
They bouta ride
Know they always ride
Movin' pounds
We workin' from inside
Always stay inside
Work so hard
Sometimes i wanna die
Swear i wanna die
Got these memories
I'm traumatized
Yeah i'm traumatized
Jall - House Fyre Lyrics
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You know that i
Got my f*ckin'
Homies ima rider
I can't let my girl
Walk down the
Street i gotta hide her
I could turn this bitch
Into a pop star
Like mariah
I just waste my time
Stay gettin fried
I'm always higher
I lived in the hills
And then upgraded
To a trap house
I been drinking so much
Swear to god
I might go black out
I got all this bread
Up to the ceiling
It's a stack now
Someone in my crib
I grab the strap
Right off the rack now
Leavin' cuz i cant stand y'all
I don't care if your mans ball
Chainsmokin' on menthol
Wasted, made your mans fall
Plenty hoes
I got two phones
Bitches never
Leavin' me alone
Rollin up
Now i get stoned
Wakin' up
Send the bitch home
You know that my squad
They bouta ride
Know they always ride
Movin' pounds
We workin' from inside
Always stay inside
Work so hard
Sometimes i wanna die
Swear i wanna die
Got these memories
I'm traumatized
Yeah i'm traumatized
I hear em talkin', look and they stalkin'
Where they be goin'
I took the game and switched up my lane
You know i be flowin'
She gimme top no she never stop
These bitches supplyin'
They f*ck with my head, they keepin it steady
Why they all lyin'
Actin like I'm nothin'
When you say you wanted more
So i pull up to your crib
But you're lockin' up the door
Argue every f*ckin' night
Can't keep goin' back and forth
I ain't doin' nothin' wrong
Never feelin' no remorse now
You know that i
Got my f*ckin'
Homies ima rider
I can't let my girl
Walk down the
Street i gotta hide her
I could turn this bitch
Into a pop star
Like mariah
I just waste my time
Stay gettin fried
I'm always higher
You know that my squad
They bouta ride
Know they always ride
Movin' pounds
We workin' from inside
Always stay inside
Work so hard
Sometimes i wanna die
Swear i wanna die
Got these memories
I'm traumatized
Yeah i'm traumatized
Got my f*ckin'
Homies ima rider
I can't let my girl
Walk down the
Street i gotta hide her
I could turn this bitch
Into a pop star
Like mariah
I just waste my time
Stay gettin fried
I'm always higher
I lived in the hills
And then upgraded
To a trap house
I been drinking so much
Swear to god
I might go black out
I got all this bread
Up to the ceiling
It's a stack now
Someone in my crib
I grab the strap
Right off the rack now
Leavin' cuz i cant stand y'all
I don't care if your mans ball
Chainsmokin' on menthol
Wasted, made your mans fall
Plenty hoes
I got two phones
Bitches never
Leavin' me alone
Rollin up
Now i get stoned
Wakin' up
Send the bitch home
You know that my squad
They bouta ride
Know they always ride
Movin' pounds
We workin' from inside
Always stay inside
Work so hard
Sometimes i wanna die
Swear i wanna die
Got these memories
I'm traumatized
Yeah i'm traumatized
I hear em talkin', look and they stalkin'
Where they be goin'
I took the game and switched up my lane
You know i be flowin'
She gimme top no she never stop
These bitches supplyin'
They f*ck with my head, they keepin it steady
Why they all lyin'
Actin like I'm nothin'
When you say you wanted more
So i pull up to your crib
But you're lockin' up the door
Argue every f*ckin' night
Can't keep goin' back and forth
I ain't doin' nothin' wrong
Never feelin' no remorse now
You know that i
Got my f*ckin'
Homies ima rider
I can't let my girl
Walk down the
Street i gotta hide her
I could turn this bitch
Into a pop star
Like mariah
I just waste my time
Stay gettin fried
I'm always higher
You know that my squad
They bouta ride
Know they always ride
Movin' pounds
We workin' from inside
Always stay inside
Work so hard
Sometimes i wanna die
Swear i wanna die
Got these memories
I'm traumatized
Yeah i'm traumatized
Writer: John Hall
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