Burnout

New hellcat, do the burn out
No, I'ma swerve out
Yesterday, I met a lil' gay hoe at Lenox Told her she could get turned out
Got a brand new chain, I could change the pendant Damn, you see I'm up now
Why yo bitch in my business? Tryna spend it Bitch, you got to go now
Bitch I fell in love with Lambo trucks
Lambo trucks
Cashed out on a brand new Bentley, I be toting sem'is
My brody keep the 50 Run up, he a hit yo kidneys
All my shooters, they be with me We rock white off-white like Whitney
Tryna fuck me a bad hoe off of Disney,
Skai Jackson, come get with me
My crib full of smoke, look like a chimney,
When the dem'on spoke, I knew he was in me
Tell me who the goat, bitch you know it's NV
Your heart, I broke, but I know you miss me
Man I heard this shawty wanna fuck, cool Bitch, come get with me

30 rounds, 30 rounds Bitch, I keep a sem'i
30 rounds, 30 rounds He might come up missing
30 rounds on 30 rounds Yes, bitch, I got plenty now
Hunnit round, hunnit round Bitch, I keep it with me

Gun em' down, gun em' down Bitches, they be iffy
I keep bout like three around
My niggas, they be with me
I keep bout $100,000 in the safe
I keep out $100,000 in the A
I just split $100,000 with my bae
I just split $100,000 with the gang
When I came up, nigga,
I was robbin'
Nigga, I was hittin' stains

But I can still fuck on my other bitch,While another bitch give me brain
And I can still take your ex home And make your next hoe give me face
Lil, shawty told me I'm the best hoe, Then she took my XO hoodie, no way

Lil, shawty know I hang with the cutthroats And them' niggas might take your life away(To be honest)
I could smoke another eighth
And I could make another play And I could fuck another hoe
But will I see another day
Cause I done fell in love with percs Just tryna take the pain away
Tell me what's gon' kill me first
Is it drugs or the heartbreak

Ran up a hunnid, think I did it to fast
I fell in love with money, getting this cash
I was slacking first, but, bitch, I'm back in my bag
Got these niggas mad, cause, bitch, I'm back on your ass
I was fucking your bitch, had to give her my flavor
She sucking my dick in the forest I think that hoe tried to take me to Topanga
Stupid little hoe, I can't save ya
Bitch, pussy water, damn she making a mess
You need a helmet, we don't shoot at the vest
My brodie 30, curry, that nigga steph
When I see foreign cars, they get me erect
My shawty trippin', hickeys all on my neck
No that's the shit that get my side bitch upset
Big alarm clock for the niggas that slept
All my niggas, we gon make it out of the jets

They said I came up, and start acting funny
But they acting funny,
You weren't there when that money in that mattress homie,
You weren't there when that money Subtracting on me,
Now they see that I'm up make it backflip on me
Now we gon ballout, All out, walk in the mall, shut the mall down
Lil Shawty, why you trippin'? I'm a boss now
Bitch you trippin'? I ain't shopping at Ross now
Nah, for real, bitch, you trippin
I ain't shopping at no motherfucking Ross

I'm shopping at Gucci
I'm shopping at Prada
And I'm shopping at Balenciaga
Balenci, Balenci, Balenci, Balenci, ay

Ay