FLAMETHROWER

RJ on the beat, mama do that shit [Chorus: Chris King] Burn it, burn it, burn it, burn it All a that money we burn it Roll up that fire and burn it Burn it, burn it, burn it, burn it All a that money we burn it You want respect you gotta earn it Burn it, burn it, burn it, burn it All a that money we burn it Roll up that fire and burn it Burn it, burn it, burn it, burn it All a that money we burn it You want respect you gotta earn it [Verse 1: Chris King] Taught you niggas till I heard the choppas blazing Through the death inside my furnace quicker Ammunition tearing in my furniture Hit em and then she fall backwards I got a man twisted Said she freaky for King if I know she gon lick it I cover that lean and I cover that liquor I’m on Instagram like what’s up with these niggas Bustin down their way for a couple a bitches We do anything for a double trap, aye Then I go to nigga I had to double back, aye Two bad bitches gotta huddle up, aye And if they rush me it’s all black on the play Duty [?] smoke it can shatter shell cases Niggas move out like a pimp and a racing Look in the mirror like I gotta pay Angie went in right after Rockay [Chorus: Chris King] Burn it, burn it, burn it, burn it All a that money we burn it Roll up that fire and burn it Burn it, burn it, burn it, burn it All a that money we burn it You want respect you gotta earn it Burn it, burn it, burn it, burn it All a that money we burn it Roll up that fire and burn it Burn it, burn it, burn it, burn it All a that money we burn it You want respect you gotta earn it [Verse 2: Maxo Kream] Maxo, Maxo Maxo, Maxo Break it down, weigh it up Sit it up, set it off aye Rollie on my wrist get bust down Run through the grass like a touchdown Burn it, burn it Young nigga keep heat no furnace Bliss in the trap for the quarterback sack Fifty in her tit cause she make me rack I could never pass on those kids backpack Thirty on the gap boom rat tat tat Laptop Mac selling Microsoft A bitch got a gat like Laura Croft Bulletproof that’s so Young Dolph Walk cross hip that’s all my cough [Chorus: Chris King] Burn it, burn it, burn it, burn it All a that money we burn it Roll up that fire and burn it Burn it, burn it, burn it, burn it All a that money we burn it You want respect you gotta earn it Burn it, burn it, burn it, burn it All a that money we burn it Roll up that fire and burn it Burn it, burn it, burn it, burn it All a that money we burn it You want respect you gotta earn it [Verse 3: Khalil] It’s that Teflon I don’t want the motherfucking plank if you ain’t got a sale though Might as well burn it These niggas running my stop like they ain’t gotta earn it Uh I don’t get my hands dirty Take that bitch straight to the crib and I opened her up like a server My dick she ain’t really deserve it hop in the motherfucking thirty Ain’t talking unless I’m bodied, lil bitch you better have body Fuck around gon get left in the lobby Nigga uh, I pop purps and I pop Xans and Molly Uh, all these cash I earned it Nigga fuck you and your momma [Chorus: Chris King] Burn it, burn it, burn it, burn it All a that money we burn it Roll up that fire and burn it Burn it, burn it, burn it, burn it All a that money we burn it You want respect you gotta earn it Burn it, burn it, burn it, burn it All a that money we burn it Roll up that fire and burn it Burn it, burn it, burn it, burn it All a that money we burn it You want respect you gotta earn it