Burner on Me

[Intro]

Ayy, drop this shit for these fuck niggas

[Hook]

I got a clip for a nigga tryna stunt on me

(Stunt on me, stunt on me)

I put a bullet in a nigga tryna front on me

(Front on me, front on me)

I got that burner on me, I-I-I'm up now

I'm strapped bitch, we ballin'

I got that burner on me, I-I-I'm up now

I'm strapped bitch, we ballin'

[Verse 1]

So what you got a Benz? I buy my bitch a Benz

Them niggas you be fucking with, I wouldn't fuck with them

I'm on that brick shit, you still on that block shit

I sell them whole ones, you sell ten dollar rocks, bitch

Man, get your weight up, I said, get your weight up

Stay in your place 'fore you get your ass sprayed up

Man, I ain't ever scared, I got all kind of guns

I'm getting plenty bread, I throw the hoes to one

Strip, bitch, you heard me? I said strip, bitch

I'm cold as ice, check the temperature on my wrist, trick

I blew three hundred grand, what kind of watch is that?

I bet you wanna know, stop tryna jack my swag, ho

Gucci, Fendi, Prada and that Louis, now I'm hotter

So it's Tom Ford and Armani, YSL, I'm fly as hell

I be Louis Vuitton swan with my hair mask on

I look good enough to eat, your bitches suck me and all fuck me

[Hook]

I got a clip for a nigga tryna stunt on me

(Stunt on me, stunt on me)

I put a bullet in a nigga tryna front on me

(Front on me, front on me)

I got that burner on me, I-I-I'm up now

I'm strapped bitch, we ballin'

I got that burner on me, I-I-I'm up now

I'm strapped bitch, we ballin'

[Verse 2]

You say you hard as a motherfucker, you goin' ham

We're strapped in this motherfucker, now understand

Banana clip, banana split, I be on some gangsta shit

Dump thirty here, dump thirty there, I make it hot up out this bitch

My diamonds bigger, grimy niggas, city slicker, pull the trigger

Line a nigga, it's a stick up, money pick up, dust kick up

Tires screeching when I'm reaching, 50 preach in church, bitch

This is pimping, fuck around and end up in the worst shit

Hollow tip, .40 mag, bloody rags, toe tag

Body bag, killer swag, blood all on my Gucci shit

Now I'm mad in the Jag, same day, this is bad

Fuckin' fag', look at your ass, why you make me do this shit?

I'm built for this, so I was told

Since mama gone I've been on my own

I'm for real about it, man, fuck how you feel about it

Nigga, we in the streets, that's why we holdin' heat

[Hook]

I got a clip for a nigga tryna stunt on me

(Stunt on me, stunt on me)

I put a bullet in a nigga tryna front on me

(Front on me, front on me)

I got that burner on me, I-I-I'm up now

I'm strapped bitch, we ballin'

I got that burner on me, I-I-I'm up now

I'm strapped bitch, we ballin'