Burberry Steaks
Gahdam my shit aint even drop yet
N its already poopin
This year gonna be crazy fasho
Dont give a fuck if i crash the Mercedes
Live on the edge why they callin me crazy
Red n blue light from the cops they been chasin
Losin control and im feelin amizing
Dont know what u been thinkin of
Lost my emotions the floor i been sinkin in
So cold tired of listenin
Fuck how you feelin and fuck your opinions
Hoes when im out of the states
Gold in my mouth like a chewin on Burberry steaks
You tellin these lies to my face
I aint no detective but baby i know that u fake
Sometimes i dont wanna be on my own
Hit up these girls while they blow up my phone
Smoke on the gas while i pour up a four
Shawty im sorry dont call me no more
Ya
Ya ya
Ya
Ya bitch
Baby u said that im lookin to faded
Drinkin the liquor the pills i been takin
I just want sleep hopin i make it
Drivin to fast on the freeway im racin
Bad days feel like im givin in
People been dyin to feel like they livin
Cant stay town got me trippin
Givin my all i been stackin my digits
I dont give a fuck if i crash the Mercedes
Live on the edge why they callin me crazy
Red n blue light from the cops they been chasin
Losin control and im feelin amizing now
N its already poopin
This year gonna be crazy fasho
Dont give a fuck if i crash the Mercedes
Live on the edge why they callin me crazy
Red n blue light from the cops they been chasin
Losin control and im feelin amizing
Dont know what u been thinkin of
Lost my emotions the floor i been sinkin in
So cold tired of listenin
Fuck how you feelin and fuck your opinions
Hoes when im out of the states
Gold in my mouth like a chewin on Burberry steaks
You tellin these lies to my face
I aint no detective but baby i know that u fake
Sometimes i dont wanna be on my own
Hit up these girls while they blow up my phone
Smoke on the gas while i pour up a four
Shawty im sorry dont call me no more
Ya
Ya ya
Ya
Ya bitch
Baby u said that im lookin to faded
Drinkin the liquor the pills i been takin
I just want sleep hopin i make it
Drivin to fast on the freeway im racin
Bad days feel like im givin in
People been dyin to feel like they livin
Cant stay town got me trippin
Givin my all i been stackin my digits
I dont give a fuck if i crash the Mercedes
Live on the edge why they callin me crazy
Red n blue light from the cops they been chasin
Losin control and im feelin amizing now
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Writer(s): Henry Schroeder
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