Slow Burn
Cool bill on the dash I just wanna fly
Fuck the problems I get high
Then the problems multiply
If only I could thugga thugga but my momma warn me gotta stay inside
It's some killers on the rise
We be our own demise yeah
I'ma just pick up the slack on the beat
Been a lil minute get back on the feet
TL be rollin the chrome on the wheels
If only you feelin as good as I feel
I just be chillin' the words that I'm grillin' just listen it might be beneficial for yourself
Beneficial for the wealth
How many chances you got until you can no longer trust in yourself?
We gonna shine just give us some time
Everyday we hustle n grind
Check on the print yeah it's fine
I was dead broke never asked for a dime
Cus I know niggas a joke
Heard you done folded n breakin the code
Fuckin ungrateful I gave you a floor
Cus I remembered you ain't have a home
Cool bill on the dash I just wanna fly
Fuck the problems I get high
Then the problems multiply
If only I could thugga thugga but my momma warn me gotta stay inside
It's some killers on the rise
We be our own demise yeah
Cool bill on the dash I just wanna fly
Fuck the problems I get high
Then the problems multiply
If only I could thugga thugga but my momma warn me gotta stay inside
It's some killers on the rise
We be our own demise yeah
Chains on my neck it be golden
Soon I'll get water that frozen
I'm dreamin' of commas
Do what I do n I get that shit proper I run with them shottas
Hit on em' jays as if we were some Rastas
But I swear we be chillin'
Rap is our shit from the dome we be grillin'
We smack on these bitches
They get to the sippin'
The function is lit
I ain't from Florida you is a jit
Pop on your skull as if you were a zit
CHEETO my name and you know I'm the shit
If you know me I'm high as shit
I ain't a killer don't push me lil bitch
Leave me to cool on this beat I'ma spit
Pass to the bro like I do to your bitch
Cool bill on the dash I just wanna fly
Fuck the problems I get high
Then the problems multiply
If only I could thugga thugga but my momma warn me gotta stay inside
It's some killers on the rise
We be our own demise yeah
Cool bill on the dash I just wanna fly
Fuck the problems I get high
Then the problems multiply
If only I could thugga thugga but my momma warn me gotta stay inside
It's some killers on the rise
We be our own demise yeah
Fuck the problems I get high
Then the problems multiply
If only I could thugga thugga but my momma warn me gotta stay inside
It's some killers on the rise
We be our own demise yeah
I'ma just pick up the slack on the beat
Been a lil minute get back on the feet
TL be rollin the chrome on the wheels
If only you feelin as good as I feel
I just be chillin' the words that I'm grillin' just listen it might be beneficial for yourself
Beneficial for the wealth
How many chances you got until you can no longer trust in yourself?
We gonna shine just give us some time
Everyday we hustle n grind
Check on the print yeah it's fine
I was dead broke never asked for a dime
Cus I know niggas a joke
Heard you done folded n breakin the code
Fuckin ungrateful I gave you a floor
Cus I remembered you ain't have a home
Cool bill on the dash I just wanna fly
Fuck the problems I get high
Then the problems multiply
If only I could thugga thugga but my momma warn me gotta stay inside
It's some killers on the rise
We be our own demise yeah
Cool bill on the dash I just wanna fly
Fuck the problems I get high
Then the problems multiply
If only I could thugga thugga but my momma warn me gotta stay inside
It's some killers on the rise
We be our own demise yeah
Chains on my neck it be golden
Soon I'll get water that frozen
I'm dreamin' of commas
Do what I do n I get that shit proper I run with them shottas
Hit on em' jays as if we were some Rastas
But I swear we be chillin'
Rap is our shit from the dome we be grillin'
We smack on these bitches
They get to the sippin'
The function is lit
I ain't from Florida you is a jit
Pop on your skull as if you were a zit
CHEETO my name and you know I'm the shit
If you know me I'm high as shit
I ain't a killer don't push me lil bitch
Leave me to cool on this beat I'ma spit
Pass to the bro like I do to your bitch
Cool bill on the dash I just wanna fly
Fuck the problems I get high
Then the problems multiply
If only I could thugga thugga but my momma warn me gotta stay inside
It's some killers on the rise
We be our own demise yeah
Cool bill on the dash I just wanna fly
Fuck the problems I get high
Then the problems multiply
If only I could thugga thugga but my momma warn me gotta stay inside
It's some killers on the rise
We be our own demise yeah
Credits
Writer(s): Juan Lovos
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