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 fuck 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 fuck 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 Corleone, 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, bumping 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 motherfucker break

Celebrate, freaky bitches loving money I make

And to live like this you motherfuckers gotta pay

Niggas wanna talk what they gon' say (gon' say)

I hit the pedal til that motherfucker break (til it break)

Freaky bitches love the money I make

And to live like this you motherfuckers gotta pay

So let that shit burn

Let that shit burn I'mma let that shit burn let that shit burn (burn, gasoline)

The roof on fire I'm only gettin' higher

50 racks all in my pocket I want bottles I'mma let that shit burn

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 fuck 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 fuck that ho

Hello I am Tunechi: you had me at hello

Drop top Maybach, clean like Ajax

Man I don't fuck 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 fucking lunch break

I let her suck my dick then I fuck her to some Drake

Bad yellow bitch with a tongue like a snake

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

Chain all V.S. I ain't with the B.S

Catch me in your city riding hard through the B.X

Skinny nigga but I do it Large like a

The last nigga try it