Burnin

Lyrics

[Chorus: Whispers] A hundred on the highway, smelling tire smoke A hundred of them packets, that's the whitest load Fucking up the kitchen till the pilot's broke Whippin' up a willis, that's a different stroke Fuck up out your feelings, that's a different flow Out to get a million, fuck me living broke Lay a nigga out, you bet he getting smoke Hit him in the head, I bet he shit his clothes Every time I come up, bet I leave a nigga Trigger finger itchin, please believe i have it Once a nigga slumped, we gasoline a victim Fucking keep it, Fucking keep 'em Every time I come up, bet I leave a nigga Trigger finger itchin, please believe i have it Once a nigga slumped, we gasoline a victim Fucking keep it, Fucking keep 'em [Verse 1: Chris Rivers] Pedal to the metal, that's 200 on the dash nigga Shotty get to snappin, pick a pose, I let it flash flicker Kilo after kilo this boricua mixed with Donnie G Package always fresh, I keep that dope inside that conga [?] I'm out your league, so nigga don't (try try try try) Or out that eagle, when it blows, (bye bye bye bye) Coughing rapping action Call you clappin, pussy clear the way Piling paper [?] Never count it, we just check the weight [Verse 2: Whispers] It's petty killings with the smith without a willow with it Muzzle on the tip I let it wet you or the pillow did it I get you set up, my bitches will do you sweet They lure you in, blow your dick wit the razor right in their cheeks 89 vibe, 89 9's from south plug That's 89 grand my momma smiled with a mouth slug The chopper's like Mike from the line, it got the tongue out Full clip and it's light in design, lets have a dunk out [Chorus: Whispers] A hundred on the highway, smelling tire smoke A hundred of them packets, that's the whitest load Fucking up the kitchen till the pilot's broke Whippin' up a willis, that's a different stroke Fuck up out your feelings, that's a different flow Out to get a million, fuck me living broke Lay a nigga out, you bet he getting smoke Hit him in the head, I bet he shit his clothes Every time I come up, bet I leave a nigga Trigger finger itchin, please believe i have it Once a nigga slumped, we gasoline a victim Fucking keep it, Fucking keep 'em Every time I come up, bet I leave a nigga Trigger finger itchin, please believe i have it Once a nigga slumped, we gasoline a victim Fucking keep it, Fucking keep 'em [Verse 3: Sheek Louch] Hey yo that gun shy, he made it through, but his lung drop He can't talk the same no more, must of thought he was 2pac Yelling out that thug life, riding on his dirt bike Wheelied down the wrong block, all he seen was bright light Cocaine residue, all up in my bloodstream All I did was bag up, parole like the fuck you mean? Fuck you seen, wait a minute, how you getting all that green? Everyday a different bitch, Chanel must be for your queen So ferocious, automatics and a couple explosives They think it's Isis if they raided my stash is atrocious Different wages, fans love us in different ages New money, had to order some passport pages Move like a hobby, I wasn't in the lobby Police checking me, my ticket stub say Abu-Dhabi Excuse me Mr. Black Gloves, my hands are blisters Burn this motherfucker down, for my homie Whispers [Chorus: Whispers] A hundred on the highway, smelling tire smoke A hundred of them packets, that's the whitest load Fucking up the kitchen till the pilot's broke Whippin' up a willis, that's a different stroke Fuck up out your feelings, that's a different flow Out to get a million, fuck me living broke Lay a nigga out, you bet he getting smoke Hit him in the head, I bet he shit his clothes Every time I come up, bet I leave a nigga Trigger finger itchin, please believe i have it Once a nigga slumped, we gasoline a victim Fucking keep it, Fucking keep 'em Every time I come up, bet I leave a nigga Trigger finger itchin, please believe i have it Once a nigga slumped, we gasoline a victim Fucking keep it, Fucking keep 'em