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