Burn

Aye boy where you at

Nigga you a dead man

If you stay right there my nigga

It's gonna be a heavy flick coming that way my nigga

Trust me my nigga

Them people coming and they coming with them drums nigga

Get the f**k outta there my nigga

Save yourself my nigga

This shit getting real tricky out here on these streets

I told you first my nigga

It's problems over there get the f**k around now

If it ain't about dreams

And nightmares nigga it ain't about nothing

October 30

Meek Millie what it do

Philly what it do

So God forgives you on the road to platinum nigga

Sitting on some Cali weed I think it's time to burn

Pull up in some shit to put it in dro you gotta learn

Cocaine cowboys you better wait your turn

Michael's on leon money come and get it on the curve

These nigga wanna hate

That's why they get what they deserve

We only dealin what we have livin and we learn

No more J's on the porch days that we were poor

Amazed by mama boy bumpin maze in the Porsche

Bulletproof vest suburban they hatin you when you earn it

Bitches be rollin in it they say I'm so photogenic

Every night is a feast niggas be having beef

I teach me a young boy call him my Chief Keef

Truders be with extort go to war over Jordans

But you know I'm in these kidnappin over them keys

But you know I'm in these kidnappin over them keys

Niggas wanna try what they gonna say

I hit the pedal til that motherf**ker break

Celebrate freaky bitches loving money I make

And to live like this you motherf**kers gotta pay

So let that shit burn (burn )

Let that shit burn (burn )

I'm a let that shit burn

Let that shit burn (burn )

The roof on fire I'm only getting higher

50 racks all in my pocket hold no bottles

I'm a let that shit burn

Let that shit burn (burn )

I'm a let that shit burn

Let that shit burn (burn )

The roof on fire I'm only getting higher

50 racks all in my pocket hold no bottles

Hammer on the dresser work on the stove

I'm sitting on the counter blowing purp out my nose

Red bone naked in the bed flexin'

I say bitch I ain't impressed

You must of got the wrong impression

I ain't with the BS I'm flyer than PF

Man we living in hell like a deep breath

Real niggas with real money real bitches with fake asses

If she don't wanna f**k

I get on my skateboard and I skate passed her

Money on the table guns on the table

Bitch I'm on that syrup tell that ho leggo my Eggo

And my girlfriend is a choppa I finger f**k that ho

Hello I am Tunechi: you had me at hello

Drop top Maybach clean like Ajax

Man I don't f**k with none of you niggas like rednecks

We got that work so come and get

If we don't know you you pay tax

I put a hole in your apple what that is apple jacks uh

Pussy nigga I'll murder you then dance at your funeral

Blood I'll have a nigga drinking his own blood communion

Wake up like Bone Thugs

I'll call your bluff pick the phone up

Her titties fake but they look real cubic: zirconia's

Run up in your house spare the kids and kill the grown ups

Your bitch call me when she hot: Krispy Kreme donuts

Shoutout to my new hoes shoutout to my old hoes

I still wear that ass out like a wardrobe

Bitch what they gonna say

Still eating rappers on my f**king lunch break

Bad yellow bitch with a tongue like a snake

I let her suck my dick then I f**k her to some Drake

And then I let that kush burn let that kush burn

Yeah I let that kush burn

Smoking gasoline bitch

The booth on fire I'm in here getting higher

Young Money bitch we at the top like barbed wire

Chained all VF I ain't with the BF

Catch me in the city ridin hard through the BF

Skinny nigga but I do it large like a 3F

The last nigga try it