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