Fire Lou Phelps

[Intro]
Oh, oh, woah (Uh, uh)
Woah, woah, ohh (Uh, uh, uh)
Woah, woah (Uh, uh)
Woah (Uh, uh, yo)

[Chorus]
Fire (Yeah)
Too much fire up in this room
You and me, we not the same, dude
Y'all best keep that shit to fake news, one more time now
Fire
Too much fire up in my house
Can't get busy, you gotta get 'em out (Ayy, ayy)
Tryna put millions in my account, one more time now (Yo, yo, uh)

[Verse 1]
One hand on the pistol, uh
Two nights to deliver, yeah
Too many on the dance floor, uh
She tryna dance for a nigga
He made a sign to his kinfolk, uh
He got his finger on the trigger
I ain't with all of that though, uh
Too many ladies, go figure, uh
You don't gotta say too much
Got a look in your eyes, I can tell you tryna (Uh)
And you ain't gotta do too much
By the look of your mans, I can tell you kinda stuck
City in the palm of my hands
And I could let you niggas beef or I could crush that motherfucker, uh
Know you stressing 'cause your girl gave me head
Now I could send her back to you, I don't give a motherfucker, uh