Fire in the Booth J Hus

[Conversation]

[Verse 1: J Hus]
I swear I love you and hate you at the same time
I swear I love you and hate you at the same time
I can't get away, she can't get away either
Now we're outchea doing stick-ups she's my getaway driver
Hanging out the window, I love the thrill, I love the feeling
You can tell it's me 'cause my woolly hats leaning
Bag full of money and a chick that's down to ride for him
That's all a brother really needs in this life of sin
I stepped out the Smart car, old shaped huaraches on
Smelling like the dankest piff, shout-out my yardie don
J Hus boogie dance, when I get my party on
Ayo my yute, where you get your Carty from
Oh it's gone missing it wasn't me, I was smiling wid him
J Hus pass by, swear I saw your wifey wid him
You gon' have a tiny temper
I just heard your wifey riddim
You gon' have a tiny temper (yo)
I used to ride for the 15
Yeah I'm really from here
Grind 'til I gone clear
You only grind for that Moncler
Seen my mother drop tears
No it doesn't stop there
Life they say it's not fair
Trap hard, we don't pop squares
No, no no no no no no noooo no, what
You either pray or you get preyed on
Let me show you where I came from
This the belly of the beast
We're robbing bellies in the East
I swear I love you and hate you at the same time
I swear I love you and hate you at the same time
I can't get away, she can't get away either
Now we're outchea doing stick-ups she's my getaway driver