Lil Wayne — Fireman The Suffix

[Intro] Weezy Baby Shhhhh... The Fireman coming! That's right! Hey! Haha! Hey, the Fireman, bitch! That's right! Ayy, Birdman! Tell them motherfuckers they gon' have to call... [...] [Hook] I'm the Fireman, fire, F-Fireman Fire, F-Fire, I got that fire for hire, come and try me and (I got 'em) You can spark it up and I'mma put you out (I got 'em) You can spark it up and I'mma put you out [Verse 1] Ain't nobody fuckin' with me man He-man, ski mask, spending next week's cash, he fast And I'm real, fuck a G pass, I'm past that I'm passing 'em out now, and you can't have that And my chain, Toucan Sam that Tropical colors, you can't match that (Nah), gotta be abstract You catch my bitch legs open, better smash that Don't be surprised if she ask where the cash at I see she wearing them jeans that show her asscrack (Ayy) My hoes can't wear that, why? That's where my crack at I put my mack down, that's where you lack at (Yeah) She need her candle lit (Yeah), and I'ma wax that I rekindled the flame (Ya know), she remember the name (Ya know) It's hard dick, January to December the same Now, bitch, give me some brain, bitch, give me some good Ho, I'm the fireman, you hear the fire truck [Hook] I'm the Fireman, fire, F-Fireman Fire, F-Fire, I got that fire for hire, come and try me and (Filthy) You can spark it up and I'mma put you out You can spark it up and I'mma put you out [Verse 2] Now, man, I hate a old fake-ass nigga The chrome black eight is my brake-pad, nigga They look me in my face and say "Amen," nigga Looking like they done seen a dead man get up The red bandizzle, representing red hot Uptown Pep bizzle, shout out to B.Gizzle (Okay) I hustle in the drizzle 'round my way, that's the drought So holler at your boy without opening your mouth (Ya know) 'Cause that's the G-Code and that's all that I'm about You die if you go against it, so I'ma live it out I ain't got to pay for maintenance, what ain't broke, I don't break it But I don't mend rules, unless I make 'em And yes I take it, you niggas is getting sicker You bitches coming, I'm taking about, please say the Baby (Ha) Ha! Hollygrove where I come from (Ya know) So that explains all that humbug, bitch [Hook] I'm the Fireman, fire, F-Fireman Fire, F-Fire, I got that fire for hire, come and try me and You can spark it up and I'mma put you out You can spark it up and I'mma put you out (Yeah, yeah) [Verse 3] It ain't no secret, I know paper (Yep) You got stacks, I got cake, that's dough by the layer Shit, I seen it all through my Bottegas (Yeah) Aviators, so Darth Vader, tshhh... That's the sound of the Dutchie, no flavor when it blaze up Lil Weezy Baby, so hazed up (So high) Caged up behind a million bars of flame Still make a million of these bars the same (What else?) Ya'll bars to blame (Why), why I bought the thang Long body, motherfucker, bring that short back, man You cased out, Phantom, riding with a tandem (Yeah) For now, 'cause after tonight, I can't stand 'em Your child may sometimes think that I'm Santa (Yeah) My style, the white Air Forces, red canvas Tadoww! Yeah, DVLP on the beat And me, I just come with the heat! I'm the motherfucking... [Hook] I'm the Fireman, fire, F-Fireman Fire, F-Fire, I got that fire for hire come and try me and You can spark it up and I'mma put you out You can spark it up and I'mma put you out [Outro] Yeah C2, C2, C2, C2, C— You can't see me, but I see you And I see you, Lord! I-I-I-I got 'em I-I-I-I-I got 'em Aye, aye P, I got 'em Aye, aye B, I got 'em Aye, aye D, I got 'em Aye, aye Boo, I got 'em Aye, aye Spitta, I got 'em Aye, Raw Dizzy, I got 'em