Burn Out

Burn Ouuuutt
Burn Out
Burn Ouuuutt
Burn Out

I turned a ten
To a twenty
To fifty
To Hunnits
To ones
That I throw at you hoeeeesss

I always hit from from the back
N I pull on her tracks
Till I see that she curling her toeeeesss

I'm not a crip
But I got all these blues
In my trust
And a heat on my waist
So it showwwwssss

They always ask me for drip
Cuz my style so legit
But you can't buy this shit at the stoooo

Burn Out
Burn Ouuuutt
Burn Out
Burn Ouuuutt
Burn Out

Shit get trippy when i'm lit
Trylling lick me like a lick
Keep a stick right by my dick
Light u up just like a bic
Flashin light like issa pic
Crashing out n then we dip
Hit yo mouth for talking shit
Give me head baby real quickkkk

Burn Out
Burn Ouuuutt
Burn Out

I need a fast car
Nascar
Pop me a blue
And a white bar
Balenci shoes
In a night bar
Baby come strip
Like pornstarrr

Brought my own liq
At the night club
Smokin on one
Roll a light dub
Let my drink sit
Like a bath tub
Think that I'm lit
So we might fuck
Off of these pills
Bae i wont buss
Swallow my kids
Wait oohh uhh

Burn Out
Burn Ouuuutt
Burn Out
Burn Ouuuutt
Burn Out
Burn Ouuuutt

Pop me a ten or a twenty or thirty
Bitch im in a hurry
I'm geeking on O
Ay

Shawty she loving my style
She loving my swag
She loving my clothes
Ay

All of you niggas be rappin n cappin,
They talk and they gossip like hoes
Ay

Shawty she play with her nose
Shawty she play in the snow
Ay

Ridin around in the street
Trynna get chicken so my brother eat
Sorry my shawty but i am so geeked
I'm feeling urkel when I'm on that heat
Subi my hoodie
N Subi my Jeans
Shawty a groupie she fuck with the team
Keep me a gunna like I'm pushing P
The number one stunna, you know that it's me
Ay

Ima just turn up lil bitch
How you vegan hut swallow the dick
Feel like a wick, two hands on the stick
I'm hot like a candle, you know that I'm lit
Yea I ain't broke but I ain't even rich
They knowing my name when i step in this bitch
All of my brothers they steppers n shit
All of my brothers be stepping on shit

Right Now
Right Now
Right Now
Right Noooooow

Right Now
Right Now
Right Now
Right Noooooow
Right Now

All of you niggas be rapping and capping,
They talk and they gossip like hoes

Han Han Han Han
Nigga ion know what kinda gun that is



Credits
Writer(s): Carlos Morgan Terrero
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