Burnout

Ayy, fuck you, Letoa, you ain't shit

I love you, Letoa

Ayy, yeah, ayy, ayy, yeah

Escobar with them rubber bands

In the end zone with the running man

Now I'm ZO2 with that right hand

Now I'm AD with that hoop hand

This low supply, but I'm in high demand

Same people keep talking, man

These my sons, I'm a family man

Fuck a white flag, and it's Taliban

It's hip fire from the crosshair

See the gang and they stop and stare

Tryna kiss my feet like top and tale

Now I'm Sikh Bruce Wayne like Christian Bale

Now I'm locked out of the gates of hell

Running up and I'm in the field

These motherfuckers be the death of me

And now I'm burning out, 'Toa take the whip

I got gas all up on me

Where's your cash? 'Cause I got heaps

Why you stabbin' on my steez?

Yeah, take my lines, you won't make no cheese

Bad shawty off the pill, molly

Rock my songs because she like me

But I got a bitch and she love me

Don't need a ho that I don't need

Hop in that bitch, do a burnout

All of these features, I turn down

Don't show cash but it worked out

Got a couple bands, better work now

Too much fire with amol

If you ain't gang, better stand down

If you don't gang, be on call

You can take the fuckin' draco like a handout, yeah

Hop in that bitch, do a burnout

All of these features, I turn down

Don't show cash but it worked out

Got a couple bands, better work now

Hop in that bitch, do a burnout

All of these features, I turn down

Don't show cash but it worked out

Got a couple bands, better work—

Got a couple bands, better work now