Burnout

You gotta deserve, you gotta ear these toys
See, lot of man got toys but they dont deserve it
Just cant get em like that
You gotta stare on fire, start on jail around these motherfuckers
See if they got stores on their balers

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I told em we aint go after gettin to, plus some bitches playin and they use to it
Put the vine on the plane as the bitch go up
Imma ball that all five piece so that bitch show up
And they aint have it babe, they ger real when the bitch leave
Runnin away, she on the plane with your five G-s
Runnin in the hood like an angel, dog
Four pose to that ten so we gettin low
Met some friends and let the homies know,
She get really best things to the homie show
Turn that bitch now to a youngest hoer
She was fuckin for a friend, thats a no, no
Still singin like: Wind!
We aint never trippin for just one blaze
I can tell you niggas, really no more vow
Well pullin up on niggas like dum
Pull it up a lot, still fuckin on the truck
And I never talk bout my motherfuckin last
Dont know homie, cuz this is what you want
Gotta run the baby like we will get fun
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Shits funky, youve been smellin out of kitchen
Bad for, lookin like I run a hoer convention
Never sleep, boy you shit at
Its a lot goin on over here, definition of a real trap
I was young, livin real fast
Drivin on here one to one, halla if you need that
Im lookin for some feed back
Doin knock door like the forty five, I pill back
From the town, for that legends where they be at
If you aint playin for this team will I make bad?
Get money out of bitch ass
Pimp jim for your homie, yeah I do it for the quick cash
I do it for the thugs and the sky mask
Chunkin of the hood, while they be smokin on that hid black
Choppin nigga, no six pack, whole thicker than a snicker drunk and get off, she dont get back
She dont get that