Burberry
Aye, aye, uh
Dem are really heatin' up
Aye, Trako, Trako
Aye, aye, aye, uh
Aye, aye, aye, aye
Ayie, bitch
I was chillin' with shordee now she in the past tense
fucking her sister, she doin' the back bend
Been counting the bands, I was stacking the racks
Rolling the wood and whipping the Vans
Draco on the track, these bitch niggas mad
When I roll the wood, I roll it so fat
Somethin' like gravy, it's somethin' like xan
Pop me a perk, pop me a tab
X is so good that it got me mad
Do me a line, then I go really fast
been so bad, I haven't attacked
Draco so strong, it has a kickback
Drum on the chop, switch on the Glock
If he a op, the ruger go pop
He tried to run, his body still drop
I paid a bitch, her ass still rocks
Lean so good that I call it walk
Bitch so mad, I might have to walk
No tay k seran wrap the opps
Smoke me a pack, think I'm finna nod
These niggas went mad, I'm fuckin' their thots
This bitch was trippin', so I fucked her hard
He claimed he outside, but we on his block
WP, I'm not finna stop
Scrapo for L, that's down till I rot
Seventeen on the chest for the niggas I pop
With fent the Glock, the chopper in such
Put niggas in wakes, they don't wait when they rock
Ayy, ayy, scrapple
Ayy, ayy, yeah
Dem are really heatin' up
Aye, Trako, Trako
Aye, aye, aye, uh
Aye, aye, aye, aye
Ayie, bitch
I was chillin' with shordee now she in the past tense
fucking her sister, she doin' the back bend
Been counting the bands, I was stacking the racks
Rolling the wood and whipping the Vans
Draco on the track, these bitch niggas mad
When I roll the wood, I roll it so fat
Somethin' like gravy, it's somethin' like xan
Pop me a perk, pop me a tab
X is so good that it got me mad
Do me a line, then I go really fast
been so bad, I haven't attacked
Draco so strong, it has a kickback
Drum on the chop, switch on the Glock
If he a op, the ruger go pop
He tried to run, his body still drop
I paid a bitch, her ass still rocks
Lean so good that I call it walk
Bitch so mad, I might have to walk
No tay k seran wrap the opps
Smoke me a pack, think I'm finna nod
These niggas went mad, I'm fuckin' their thots
This bitch was trippin', so I fucked her hard
He claimed he outside, but we on his block
WP, I'm not finna stop
Scrapo for L, that's down till I rot
Seventeen on the chest for the niggas I pop
With fent the Glock, the chopper in such
Put niggas in wakes, they don't wait when they rock
Ayy, ayy, scrapple
Ayy, ayy, yeah
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Writer(s): Sonny Bonaparte
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