Audio Push, Hit-Boy, G-Eazy - Bonfire lyrics

Ok you bring the weed, you bring the food
You call the girls up, you bring the booze
We'll meet up at my spot
And ride out and cruise
To the hide out and think 'bout
What we'll get high 'bout
I got my girl I blow her
Back out until the lights out
Ima marry that, gimmie that (inhales smoke)
I like my weed like my music, loud
Ladies always screamin when they choosin, ow
So if we gonna do this than
Let's do this right now
Cause the way the world moving we
Could all be going down
Just know that we're behind the steering
Wheel let's move it right
Peace and love smoke to that
Who's got a light?
Puff it now pass it down laps around the room
They want me to rap about


Shooting like dying is cool
No colors, one race, that we're losing
We'll win tomorrow
Move that table and bring those brews in
Tell your followers you bring 5
Girls get 2 dudes in gotta keep the ratio
Don't play this on the radio
These models check in for me now
It's sweats and flip flops
Oh this one for the pretty girls
That fuck with hip hop or real rap
Music or whatever you wanna call it
You never get the bigger picture
From inside the wallet
So stop chasing the bread
Start chasing your dreams
Internet is the feds
Molly got us like fiends
Only drugs that hurt us seem to
Be the only ones doctors prescribe
And everything that kills us makes
Us all feel alive

So you bring the weed, you bring the food
You call the girls up, you bring the booze
We'll meet up at my spot
And ride out and cruise
Cause you bring the weed, you bring the food
You call the girls up, you bring the booze
We'll meet up at my spot
And ride out and cruise to the bonfire

I'm at the bonfire combing out my
Naps with a black pic
With a black fist vibing to
Some boom bap shit
Pocket full of cash and carmax
For these chapped lips
Telling stories about a black kid
Who loved to backflip
And rap with us cause we
Making booths out the mattress
Granny mad cause we recorded
Over all her classics
Stop the story reach into my
Jacket to grab some pre-rolls
Cause there's some cool people around me
That I can match with
See some white skins, dark skins, mexicans
All unified by the vibes I came to represent
Fuck where you reside or your residence
You hesitant
Rappers couldn't walk a mile in
These shoes I'm steppin' in
Taking all challengers
Coming harder than Murphy Lee's
"Welcome to Atlanta" verse
Ashes all on my flannel shirt
There's only one creator
And love is the religion
To your heart you must listen
Life is too short for divisions

So you bring the weed, you bring the food
You call your girls, you bring the booze
We'll meet up at my spot
And ride out and cruise one more time
I say you bring the weed, you bring the food
You call your girls, you bring the booze
We'll meet up at my spot
And ride out and cruise to the bonfire

Thump thump, okay, let him rap
Time to come together and connect the gap
Known as the bitch-snatching bandit that
Always dressed in black
I think The Pack hit me like a brick
I just woke up from an epic nap
Missed text about a party
Yea I'll probably go
Hit the lobby flow before I go
Cup of coffee though
On good days the honda feel
Like a bugatti though but the volumes low
Hold on let me push this audio
Splendid, so now I'm headed to this shin-dig
Figure I'ma listen to this new
Shit that my friends did
Still the same homies ever
Since we all ascended
Siri interrupts the silence to say
The trip has ended park and hop out as I
Wonder what could transpire
In the event of someone talking shit
I'll pull my pants higher
But, it's good vibes only
Homies 'round the campfire
Then my tribe marauders at midnight
Just like some vampires
You bring the weed, you bring the food
You call the girls up don't bring no dudes
We'll meet up at my spot
And ride out and cruise to the bonfire

Get your vibe on, go on and on
Get your rhyme on, go on and on
Get your vibe on, go on and on
Get your rhyme on, go on and on
Get your vibe on, go on and on
Get your rhyme on, go on and on
Get your vibe on, go on and on
Get your rhyme on, go on and on
Get your vibe on, go on and on
Get your rhyme on, go on and on

My pack louder than a cop siren
Thats why these police ass niggas
Wanna silence my squad
We came to save the game from
Drowning like a licenced life guard
Defying all odds took trips off of
Water and had hawaiian broads bop
Suckers pray that I stop and
Get off the ladder
Cause they know I got the tropicana
The juice no less than a jug full
I step in one leg at a
Time like a fucking jump suit
You sit back and watch the
Show from home like Hulu
I stay on my toes like a ballet, no tutu
Haters tryna dim Gang Starr rip Guru
But, I've been doing this shit since FUBU
Girls sit in traffic during rush hour
Just to bring me mushu
I'm like a chemist in the stu just
To make sure the feel ain't dead
Big homie said you can't loaf around
All day and still make bread
Shit is changing i had to reprogram my mind
And make new living arrangements
Getting rid of self imposed immitations
Still practicing patience working
On my cadence
Flow high Oktane like a service station
That boy nice feigning for
That feeling of significance
But, you can't enjoy the benefit if
You can't accept the Price
I continue to push this audio
Is he better with the producing or lyrics?
They bumping heads with they
Questions like Super Mario
I'm repping throwing big dubs as
I coast through Cali
Repping like Chilly Chill squabbling
At the bowling alley
Repping like Kent M$ney passing me Gucci
After I seen her at the Vibe in Riverside
I'm reppin the ill and I kept it alive
I'm reppin the ill and I keep it alive
I'm reppin the ill and I kept it alive