Burning (feat. M Huncho & Dutchavelli)

(Quincy Tellem)

Free smoke with the city all burnin'

Still feels like my opps ain't learnin'

Trigger on the dot's too sensitive

Told bro, "Take your time when you're turnin'"

Trap came fully unfurnished

Twenty-four hours, had it lookin' refurbished

Nothin' ain't changed but the home address

Still make a sweet one put the wap in her Birkin (Trust)

Don't care if that chick can't dance

Tryna make sure that the phoneline twerkin'

See how they wanna ride this wave

Didn't see their face when I'm sofa surfin'

If this music ting don't work

There's one thing that I know for certain

I'm in the trap

I keep on servin', yeah

Servin' on servin'

I served up Martin, now he's on a flying carpet

Walked in on Martin

Pipe in his arm in the mornin', movin' lethargic

Wonder where he is right now

Man, I hope that brother didn't OD

You know you got that special bond always with a certain fiend

Went from the pit of hell

Who would've thought we'll be doin' up moshpits

My brother still lock it, stock it, buy it, sell it, cook it and rock it

Whip! Bro still cook it and rock it

Only a boss could cover these losses

28K when I bought this cuban

The Rollie ain't bust down, then I don't want it

It's Dutch for the fifth

But I still take trips to the tropics

Got your bitch in the foreign whip

She gon' pull down this zip if I tell her to slop it

Pocket-watchin' brothers, man, they must have lost it, woah

I just made a ticket, I'm still, I'm still countin' dough

I was on the prison phone, told bro, "I don't know when they'll let me go"

I told bro, "Put the thing in sport! I can see the feds comin' close"

Wear my Giuseppes, I no longer wear my True Religions

Had to get me a safety deposit, all these stacks they won't fit in my denims

All these racks they don't fit in the closet

Money long, I don't think, I just cop it

And if KD with me, then he's got it

Burn a spliff, hit the moon in my rocket

And I put like ten thousand on jeans

But these stacks still don't fit in my pocket

And I bought me a money machine

My hands really hurt when I'm countin'

And I started with pennies and dreams

I woke up from all of the nightmares

So I'm goin' all out for the team

I'm goin' all out for the team

I'm goin' all out for the team

Fell in love with the money machine

Only right I run up on the plug

He came up offa robbery P's

Beatfreakz when I tell him to freeze

I don't wanna get blood on my jeans

Tell my mum that I love her to pieces

If I die, give my dough to my nephews and nieces

It's 'Velli

Pocket-watchin' brothers, man, they must have lost it, woah

I just made a ticket, I'm still, I'm still countin' dough

I was on the prison phone, told bro, "I don't know when they'll let me go"

I told bro, "Put the thing in sport! I can see the feds comin' close"