Burnout [Bonus]

Burnout [Domani] [Chorus] Yeah, I'm packing them all in a SUV Too many questions you messy, stop texting me Nigga you drunk ion know you stop touching me 2 on the dash I don’t plan on you catching me, Burnout Been out the house ain't seen sun up or sun down My cuz from the trenches he ride with his gun out Swear that he throwed this the life that he know He'll shoot up the club and he’ll stay when they run out like Niggas get shot everyday Oh I'm good in Atlanta, I'm good in LA See you throw up your hood Well I throw up my paper You know when you made it when you'n know your neighbors I don't wanna date ya, I just wanna taste ya You fine and you ride it like horse in a stable Goddamn block up the road, got the city locked down Dropping my top and I'm feeling myself [Domani] [Verse 1] Feeling myself as a youngin He quiet he wildin that boy up to something Got one in the room if they knock on the door Ima tell her be quiet and tell em “I'm coming” Nah, we ain't exchanging no numbers Be damned if a girl have me changing my number Her face in the pillow, lip stain in the cover Hell nah ion love her she swang to my brother fasho I done seen paper real paper, that jewelry don’t phase me Show me 100 acres or more, Auntie said God was gone save me I looked at my savings bet Satin won’t mess with a boss Yeah pull up to the loft yeah She say she a stripper in Dallas she fine so that balance it off yeah [Chorus] Yeah, I'm packing them all in a SUV Too many questions you messy, stop texting me Nigga you drunk ion know you stop touching me 2 on the dash I don’t plan on you catching me, Burnout Been out the house ain't seen sun up or sun down My cuz from the trenches he ride with his gun out Swear that he throwed this the life that he know He'll shoot up the club and he'll stay when they run out like Niggas get shot everyday Oh I’m good in Atlanta, I'm good in LA See you throw up your hood Well I throw up my paper You know when you made it when you'n know your neighbors I don't wanna date ya, I just wanna taste ya You fine and you ride it like horse in a stable Goddamn block up the road, got the city locked down Dropping my top and I'm feeling myself [Shad Da God] [Verse 2] GOD, Po ya some Casamigos or Patron On God, I'm known to get to bussin wit that AP on I two tone my bankroll its blue and its pink Put the Bentley on skates and the streets be the rink Put this pimpin in ya cup too much can't drink Got a new big Ruger nigga betta not blink Got the spot on the stove plus i'm working with the sink Ima M F Pimp but ain stepping in the mink Its too much action for the boy to be tender Right now I got two of these chicks in a blender Blender, I grew up leaning on Benz fenders All of em claiming they Mafia lately But she wanna mess wit a real member on God I'm packing them all in a SUV Too many questions you messy, stop texting me Nigga you drunk ion know you stop touching me 2 on the dash I don't plan on you catching me, Burnout Been out the house ain't seen sun up or sun down My cuz from the trenches he ride with his gun out Swear that he throwed this the life that he know He'll shoot up the club and he'll stay when they run out like