Bust da Fireworks

Eh. Fuck yo fire code. Fuck da ban. I get da kine bombs straight from da container, boy. We lightin’ em UP. [Verse 1] Bruh, I blow shit fo’ fun, I no scared, Cops come? I gone — disappear. Roman candle stickin' out my ride, Whole block lit, like da 4th of July. Da neighbor stay beefin, talkin loud, But I still buss da big boy, shake da ground. Yo dog bark? Kid cry? I laugh, Dis how we do, full send, no half. Burn my arm? Chee, das part of da thrill, Only thing I like burn is da next pill. You talk PTSD, brah, too bad, I got da 5-inch shell, now das mad. [Hook: Crowd-style chant, rough] Fuck yo fire code, I gon’ light 'em still! Smoke da whole hood, get da air all filled! BOOM in my chest, feel dat rage! If you no like loud, den stay off da stage! Fuck yo curfew, I stay wild! Bust da fireworks, style 'em piled! Police roll deep, I stay chill— Reload an’ blast, I live fo’ da thrill. [Verse 2] My trunk stay lookin like one armory, All illegal kine, straight mystery. Da legal stuff? Weak sauce, trash, I like da kine make da house get ash. Fire? Eh, no cry. Stuff catch flame sometimes, Still gon’ light da rest — fuck da fines. You love reef? I love smoke, Pop da aerials, make da keiki choke. You talkin’ "save da aina," I talk bombs, I get da kine smuggled wit auntie’s mom. Container crack, we all smile, Bring da boom across da whole damn isle. [Hook: Louder, more aggressive] Fuck yo fire code, I gon’ light 'em still! Smoke da whole hood, get da air all filled! BOOM in my chest, feel dat rage! If you no like loud, den stay off da stage! Fuck yo curfew, I stay wild! Bust da fireworks, style 'em piled! Police roll deep, I stay chill— Reload an’ blast, I live fo’ da thrill. [Bridge: Screamed w/ echo FX] Burn unit full? No my kuleana. I light one shell big as Tūtū’s mahimahi panah. Laws? Das just some haole rules, I live fo' bangin’, not for schools. [Verse 3: Real local pride tone] Fo’ real, dis culture, braddah — no lie, 200 years, we still blow da sky. You complain? Move mainland den, We lightin’ up all da way to Pāhoa again. No permit, no form — no mo time, We illegal already, might as well shine. Postal plug, harbor hookup, da ting run deep, Stuff da M80s wit da laundry — sneak sneak. I da noise when yo dog run hide, I da BOOM dat shake da ocean tide. You talk laws, I talk flame, So fk yo code, and fk yo shame. [Outro: Fireworks, local-style yelling in da background] Happy New Year, boy! And if I feel like — maybe do 'em next week too. BOOM. We out.