DJ Pain 1 - Fuego lyrics

rate me

Them people got the hood on fuego, fuego

Fuego, fuego, fuego, fuego

All my real niggas, lay low, lay low

Lay low, lay low, lay low, lay low

My shooters squeezing when I say so, say so

Say so, say so, say so, say so

Hit ‘em up and then get their guap, their guap

They guap, they guap, they guap, they guap

The hood’s on fire, they scorching, now the Feds on they bullshit

Still, I remain unidentified, something like flying saucers

The hood’s on fire, they scorching, now the Feds on they bullshit

The hood’s on fire, they scorching, now the Feds on they bullshit

The hood’s on fire, they scorching, now the Feds on they bullshit

Still, I remain unidentified, something like flying saucers

Steady pouring that sosa, drink till I feel nauseous

To the fact that I got locked up ‘cause one of these niggas talking

Get focused, how many days been chosen to be delayed

Holding up a whole empire, street sells the entire

Dry county, South Florida, 2012 hot boys, lil’ Tuchi, heard of mafia

Might fuck around and call block boys

Done swished up, it’s clockwork, we don’t lighten up, we done got worse

On painkillers, nigga back hurt ‘cause the hood on it like buy shirts

Got close friends in high places, cut you open in odd places

Pull strings, call favors, dead end, no saviors

The hood on fuego, fuego

Fuego, fuego, fuego, fuego

All my real niggas, lay low, lay low

Lay low, lay low, lay low, lay low

My shooters squeezing when I say so, say so

Say so, say so, say so, say so

Hit ‘em up and then get their guap, their guap

They guap, they guap, they guap, they guap

Euro trash boy, I got them euros stashed

Like we won the World Cup, my jeans covered in grass

I’m in the field, nigga, you a field nigga

Heard you eating with them boys and getting no bigger

Got them puzzled ‘cause a piece missing

Tell your daughter where her mother get her teeth missing

Hard head make a soft face

Take heat, don’t take a plea, take a look back

The streets is giving blood baths…like they dear friends

Ain’t no motherfucking witchcraft

Give me 50 feet, all police getting dish ragged

Fuego, fuego

Fuego, fuego, fuego, fuego

All my real niggas, lay low, lay low

Lay low, lay low, lay low, lay low

My shooters squeezing when I say so, say so

Say so, say so, say so, say so

Hit ‘em up and then get their guap, their guap

They guap, they guap, they guap, they guap