Burnt/Fuck 1x

Lyrics

[Intro] Yeah, yeah, yeah, so Act like you fucking know, nigga [Verse] No suit, I'm handling business My weed so loud in public some get offended Like 2 Chainz said, I'm riding round and I'm getting it You ain't make not a dollar of this money, bitch So you damn sure ain't gon' spend it I'm in it to win it, there's no second place, taking joints to the face Took ya bitch to my place, suck me off for a hour, said I had good taste Seen the views in the crib, yeah, said she dig where I live Left the lab around 2, 2:30, yeah, you know ya boy up in her ribs D-A-DOLLA, young real nigga, junior in high school a lean sipping pill dealer Only been a few years since then, couple labels wanna offer me a deal nigga Words kinda slurred cause I'm off the cup Smoking on a joint but they often blunts Models from the club to the loft to fuck And these niggas keep saying I ain't talking much And these niggas keep saying I ain't talking much And a nigga won't stop rapping 'til I'm lost in bucks Niggas keep saying I ain't talking much I take models from the club to the loft to fuck Yeah So, Yeah So [Hook] This the part you get turnt up This the part you get turnt up This the part you get turnt up This the part you get turnt up This the part you get turnt up This the part you get turnt up Pop the pill, smoke the blunt This the part you get turnt up This the part you get turnt up This the part you get turnt up Grab a bitch, pour your cup I said this the part you get turnt up I said this the part you get turnt up I said this the part you get turnt up Pop a zip, we don't give a fuck I said this the part you get turnt up I said this the part you get turnt up I said this the part you get turnt up [Outro] Yeah So, Hz nigga [Fuck 1x​​] [Intro] Yeah So Hz nigga Cause if you ain't know Dub 12 shit [Verse] Claiming we homies, they don't even know me Can't even tell 'em my real name, I treat 'em like the police You guessed it, Da$H Dillinger, lyrical god Blows a ounce with the council, my team be the fucking mob Couple niggas in jail, few niggas on bail A few niggas in Hell, my motivation for rapping so well And my haters in a corner with a dunce cap While I roll sacks and I count stacks Fuck a bad bitch 'til her back break Minus bullshit nigga life's great Breaking down this elbow Blasting T and 101 in my black and white shell toes And I'm plotting on a million, fuck how you feeling Bad bitch in a convertible, drop the ceiling When I think I lost my mind, shorty blew it out You already know what my motherfucking crew about Rare crew of dudes, man I bet your fucking boo could vouch Free the Bigga, 'til he home I'ma bring the wave my nigga Yeah, so [Outro] H'z Eat a dick if you ain't with it, nigga