On Fire Young Thug

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[Chorus]
Don't make him mad, he'll put a side bitch on you
(Side bitch on you, Jeff, hey)
Don't make him mad, he'll put that side bitch on 'em (Skrt, skrt)
(Side bitch on 'em, hey)
You made him mad, he put you right back on the shelf (Hold on)
(Right back on the, yah)
You made him mad, he put you right back where you started
(Right back where you started, hah)
(Wheezy Beatz)

[Refrain]
Ain't got no more wristbands-- (Woah, woah, woah, woah)
Yeah, boutta stack up my figures, ayy (Woah, woah, woah, woah)
Fuck you thought? Pussy ass nigga
Hop off a jet (Hop off a jet), hop off a jet (Hop off a skrrt)
Hop off a jet (Hop off a jet), hop off a jet (Hold on, hold on)
(Wheezy Beatz)

[Bridge]
Shot that boy so many times, he caught on fire (Ayy)
Every single night, I'm spittin' fire
Tryna count my profit, baby, watch 'em
I'm tired of one, I need to threesome (Umm, hey)
I need a threesome (Threesome, hey)
God, give me a threesome (Ohh, hey)
Three-three-three-three-three-three-threesome, ayy (Threesome)