Lyrics First Name Last Name - Boss Wood

Fire Squad Fast Money shit
Yeee
My nigga Smoove done made it home nigga
Boss Wood
Ya
I'm back up in the spot and 'm ready for mortal combat
Looking for a target that I can point out and launch at
Niggas ain't that smart for coming where I be hunting at
I'ma take that artery where the blood get pumped at
Feed it to my K-9 companion and make her sit for me
That ain't the only bitch that I'm training to do a trick for me
All I do is point wit my finger and i say sick something
Running through them pockets thats how I was taught to lick something
Bitch I'm in the field like a bell of cotton I'm too hot
Going underground with Harriet Tubman and cool out
All them niggas thats been making up rules get ruled out
Name a nigga that can take me to school
School's out
I'ma beat em like a bully by the flag pole
I pledge allegiance to being a true asshole
I remember days when the heater was the gas stove
Now I'm calling Pyro for the beat to put that gas on
You don't understand I got a plan for the this shit
We can rent a van to expand and get rich
All these hoes mad get yo hands off my dick
Bitch I'm not of fan of trying to smash something quick
All I do is work and go home and get my bars up
Check a couple homework assignments play with they moma
Waiting on my cellular phone to get back charged up
Then I'm back to looking for rappers who want to start something
I done gave out more tombstones than Undertaker
They take the greatest rappers alive and under rate em
You rapper niggas ain't my size they under weighed em
This how you look a bull in the eyes and ándale em
That Fire Squad Fast Money shit all us
40 glock every hand count of 3 all bust
30 clip thats a dick make a flick yall fucked
Tell whoever on that sided still alive
That was luck
Bitch

I'm still on they ass
Pick a track and have a blast
Tell me shoot me
Who still doing bad
Boy that paper come in bags
Likes loose leaf
Take a fans who embracing who I am
Nigga you sleep
My first name Sam
Last name what I lay inside yo boo sheet

I'm back up in this bitch like I majored in gynecology
Shooting for the stars that 40 studied astrology
I was taught get even before accepting apologies
I was 17 when I started taking my own shots
I was 23 when I started bringing that gold out
I was 26 when I started taking them loans out
So in my near future I'm looking for shit to own now
Put me in the game my nigga we going virtual
Better mind yo business before I come make it personal
Cut through yo abdominal tissue this shit get surgical
Have it where yo moma tell people she never heard of you
I'ma take this lil bitty dream and make it life size
Nigga want to see me deceased I tell em likewise
If I see you throwing a peace that's the ight sign
If you see me throwing a piece I'm dodging life time
You don't want no smoke nigga
Gassed up hope u choke nigga
This what happen when you vigorously provoke niggas
Fuck a rapper wrap a rapper in yellow oak nigga
We gone see if them Florida gators let you float nigga
We go
Super hard in the paint nigga
Beast mode
I'm Marshawn on that drank nigga
Keep hoes
And large funds in that bank nigga
Reload
It's Fire Squad what you thank nigga

I'm still on they ass
Pick a track and have a blast
Tell me shoot me
Who still doing bad
Boy that paper come in bags
Likes loose leaf
Take a fans who embracing who I am
Nigga you sleep
My first name Sam
Last name what I lay inside yo boo sheet