Burnt Up

I spark that choppa it's burnt up
I aim at yo head you get murked up
I'm hiding it, keeping the pole tucked
You finna get sliced up like cold cuts
I cannot follow a bitch that be digging designer
She ask for a wallet, she want it, I got it
Pop all these narcotics, lil bitch I ain't stopping
I don't fuck with haters and feds, do you got it?
I spark that choppa it's burnt up
I aim at yo head you get murked up
I'm hiding it, keeping the pole tucked
You finna get sliced up like cold cuts
I cannot follow a bitch that be digging designer
She ask for a wallet, she want it, I got it
Pop all these narcotics, lil bitch I ain't stopping
I don't fuck with haters and feds, do you got it?

Uh
Get up
Set up
Aim at that bitch with berettas
I'm mailing shots just like a letter
They trynna shoot back, whatever
Look, uh huh
That bitch wanna fuck, uh huh
She just want my nut, uh huh
And I'm finna give it, and get it, and give it again
Kick that bitch out my house, ok
Do you wanna see how blood looks in day
Aim the choppa, I just might spray
Imma dangerous man so you just might pray, ok
Like get on bitch, ok ok
That bitch ain't shit, ok ok
Like, get on this
Flick my wrist
She want my dick, ok ok

I spark that choppa it's burnt up
I aim at yo head you get murked up
I'm hiding it, keeping the pole tucked
You finna get sliced up like cold cuts
I cannot follow a bitch that be digging designer
She ask for a wallet, she want it, I got it
Pop all these narcotics, lil bitch I ain't stopping
I don't fuck with haters and feds, do you got it?
I spark that choppa it's burnt up
I aim at yo head you get murked up
I'm hiding it, keeping the pole tucked
You finna get sliced up like cold cuts
I cannot follow a bitch that be digging designer
She ask for a wallet, she want it, I got it
Pop all these narcotics, lil bitch I ain't stopping
I don't fuck with haters and feds, do you got it?



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Writer(s): Jayan Ali
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