Correction Lyrics Fire In The Booth, Pt. 1 by Pop Smoke

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(Let's get ready to rumble)
(Yeah)
(This is a Melo beat)
(Rico?s going crazy again)
Look, look

I'm armed and?dangerous
Ain't?no parking at?the light, ain?t no stainin' us
Keep?a K with us
Please don't, please don't play with us
Nah, we up and aimin' 'em
Ain't no hidin', Flossy baby, that?s where I be
Try me, n***as know that I?m grimey
'Low me (Perfect), n***as know I?m on time and
N***as know that I'm grimey, hold on
Big body like a lineman, wait
I know how to vibe, but, no, I ain't cool
Look at me funny, bet I shoot up the room (He's heating up)
Shoot out the coupe, I let it boom
Nah, I don?t play with these n***as, never
Play with it
N***as know I keep a K with it
Ace Makavelli wavin' it, wavin' it
All my Apes on the loose, ain't no tamin' 'em, tamin' 'em
Step in the game and start changin' it, changin' it (Hello)
Spin through your block, Tetris, bend it, bend it
On the opps, scored a shot, Beckham, Beckham, Beckham ( Perfect)
If I don't got the chop, deck 'em, deck 'em, deck 'em
Got some brand new chops, test 'em, test 'em
Test it out for me
It's a opp in the spot, there he go, over there chillin' with his b*t*h
Point him out, where he at? Then we just gon' give the a**ist
Send shots, clip him, I bet I empty the clip
Pop Smoke on Ape timin', but everybody know I'm crip
Hold on, wait, ha-ha-ha
Hold on, hold on, Sloth
Wait, I got some more for you
Yeah, uh, uh, uh
Let's go, bro
N***as know that I'm ready
Let's go, bro
N***as know that I'm ready
Look

Said I'm in the Bugatti, racin'
Pacer, pace 'em
Put 'em down, chase 'em
Draco, Drac' 'em
Extendo, thirty
Perky 30
Getaway, birdie
Air it out, hold on
It's a da-na-na? Uh

Ayy
Hold on, ha-ha
Pop Smoke in the building  (Grrt, grrt)
Ayy, you got me ga**ed, I can't lie, bro (Yeah)
Got me feelin' ampy out here, you know what I mean?
I got that Goyard swag, new Goyard bag (Sheesh, woo)
They know I'm with it
Woo
Ayy, you know what, yeah? (Yeah)
Normally, I don't do this, yeah
But I? I wanna pull another beat up (Uh)
Can I do that? (Yeah, pull it up)
Can I? can we do that? (Pull it up)
Oh
Let's see what you got in here, ha-ha
I just picked a random one (Let me see it, it's?)
I ain't even know what it is myself
It? It better be Pop Smoke, don't f**k around, I got something
(Cage got that cold)
Woo
Yeah
And we just pulled this one out, a banger, though
(Yo, Itchy, is that how you're going on, yeah?) Yeah
(Woo)
(Finish him)
Woo, woo, woo
(F**king hell)
It's Big Papi Locsta, big racks only when n***as step on the scene
Ain't nobody told you? Off the braces so I'm back to wilding on these streets
Mister spin in Rovers, Balmain's and Gucci sweaters, hoppin' out of V's
Or Mister? Uh
Or ASAP or up in ASAT, 'til you?
I'm a trappin' fanatic, hold up, I walk in the spot like, "I want it all"
Amiri jeans for the denim, hundred clippy in the coat like, "Who wanna ball?"
Double G for the swag, you can check the tag, Flossy n***a droppin' G's
Big Benzes for the B's, double G's bussin' out the jeans, hold on (Perfect)
Hold on, wait (He's on fire)
I got Smash in the place, huh
I got Brisco in the room, huh
Bet he gon' shoot, boom, huh
He let it boom, hold on

Should hardly chill, woo
My God, my God

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