text: Fire in the Booth, Pt. 3 Lyrics
  Yo
  Turn, turn, turn
  Edna
  One, yo
  I touched that stand, I just cant tell the truth
  Im Jim Carrey in Liar, Liar
  CPS ask if Im tryna take the mick, not Danny Dyer
  G17, fight fire with fire
  God loves a trier
  My man sat on the fence, he got smoked
  I guess I forced him to make his mind up
  If I aint gliding, Im the creator, Tyler
  My young boy come back to the block with his rambo
  Yuck, of course its a niner
  The count was violent and of course its still violent
  For them hoes, they shh, theyre sirens
  Will end up on the telly like Rylan
  Empty barrels makе the most noise so the hand ting silеnt
  Them man pissed off cah their times up
  Old and left back round with Bravo
  Im top floor, eating fry up
  With my bitch from the south, Mulatto
  Fifteen hundred to lick mans head
  I coulda had man lookin like Darko
  All this beef on the streets gets managed
  Ancelotti, call me Carlo
  Bad B from overseas
  She fancy me cah I look like Marlo
  The nine boys try flip but they aint doing it properly
  Everybody love go on the net and get cocky
  Thats til somethin gets turned biscotti
  They say More money, more problems
  Same way, its more money, more options
  Autos, spinners, shotguns
  They had green light on the gang to rap
  Cah nearly everyone can slap
  You can go ask the opps who shot them
  My young boys go crash it on shh
  The same way I had man crashin on Croydon
  He cant be a driller and he from North, I dont know him
  I show love to the hood and it comes from my heart, I dont owe it
  Had to trap all summer, all winter, all snowing
  Man snowing or not, the opps get rode on then they get pissed off cah theyre not rolling
  Shh got shh by broski and I swear shh got got by bronem
  Shh got shh tryna shot and he aint come back
  He just online moaning
  It really is liars down, any L man took, man own it
  Shh got shh point blank, somebody got hashtag toasted
  How many times did he stuff that Focus?
  Tryna have em out in suits and loafers
  I went on a one to his moped, it really gets versatile
  Thirty, I really hope that its worth it
  My new opps, old opps, try link
  Til they got cheffed down cause they got let down
  Sold pebbles, now we sell albums
  Savers shh coulda got me, allow them
  I was on eagle posted with drillers
  Thinking how we could run up on falcon
  Now Im in Italian, no drip, die for the hard pronouncing
  Die for the hard pronouncing
  A bro upturning with this Latino one tryna learn to salsaEmbed