Fuck Burnout

These times that we living in so evil
Oh they so evil
I'm just tryna stack my bread and take care of my people
We all equals
Girl we don't need no labels
Fuck a deal, I don't need a label
These niggas spitting fables
Two phones got them both on disabled
Two hoes...

Purple haze to the face,
I mix gelato with it too
They would play in peoples faces
That they really hate, ooh
If you ain't sanctioned with the gang
Then we gon spin like dreidels
I cannot fold

I won't
Won't fold
No I can't no
What you stand on?
What you stand for?
She hit the dance floor
And drop it down low
Chopping samples up in a bando
Chop the bands up I got a bankroll

I don't really see the towns too much these days
I don't really think my niggas all love me like they say
She say I'm living too fast, Said I need to take a break
I just roll up all the gas, put my demons in a safe
Can't look back, it ain't hard to flip a page
Wedding crashers in the bag and we gone spark it up for days
Dracula, get the fuck up out my face
They'll drink your blood if you don't put them in their place
My sexy love, you the one that got away
See all these faces from the stage, but really yours would make my day
But it's OK
No I will not fold no way, no way
No way I won't

I won't
Won't fold
No I can't no
What you stand on?
What you stand for?
She hit the dance floor
And drop it down low
Chopping samples up in a bando
Chop the bands up I got a bankroll