pre-chorus
We bring the heat, we bring the fire
We bring the dirt, we'll take you higher
We bring the heat, we bring the fire
We bring the dirt, we'll take you higher
We bring the heat, we bring the fire
We bring the dirt, we'll take you higher
We fill the place with our entire
Face-splittin', bass-driven, gunfire
verse
Boys on point, on tracks like syringes
Big bass kick through your door, leaving the hinges
Thoughts sporadic causing panic in a manic manner
Product controversial, like the origins of Fanta
Sicker than syphilis, feeling this wickedness
Killing these witnesses witnessing villainous acts that are limitless
'Cause I'm too real like tape decks, drop beats that break necks
No time for fake texts, there's no love like fake sex
pre-chorus
Bring the fire, bring the fire, bring the fire, bring the fire, bring the fire
We fill the place with our entire
Face-splittin', bass-driven, gunfire
chorus
We bring the dirt, we'll take you higher
We bring the heat, we bring the fire
We bring the dirt, we'll take you higher
We bring the heat, we bring the fire
We bring the dirt, we'll take you higher
We bring the heat, we bring the fire
We bring the dirt, we'll take you higher
Face-splittin', bass-driven, gunfire
Writer(s): Mustafa Alobaidi, Joey Godzikowski, Glenn Edwards, Ben Jon, Jon Kali, Ella Harris