{Burnt}
Yeah, yeah, yeah, so
Act like you f**ing know, n***a
[Verse]
No suit, I'm handling business
My weed so loud in public some get offended
Like 2 Chainz said, I'm riding round and I'm getting it
You ain't make not a dollar of this money, b**h
So you damn sure ain't gon' spend it
I'm in it to win it, there's no second place, taking joints to the face
Took ya b**h to my place, s** me off for a hour, said I had good taste
Seen the views in the crib, yeah, said she dig where I live
Left the lab around 2, 2:30, yeah, you know ya boy up in her ribs
D-A-DOLLA, young real n***a, junior in high school a lean sipping pill dealer
Only been a few years since then, couple labels wanna offer me a deal n***a
Words kinda slurred cause I'm off the cup
Smoking on a joint but they offering blunts
Models from the club to the loft to f**
And these n***as keep saying I ain't talking much
And these n***as keep saying I ain't talking much
And a n***a won't stop rapping 'til I'm lost in bucks
n***as keep saying I ain't talking much
I take models from the club to the loft to f**
Yeah So, Yeah So
[Hook]
This the part you get turnt up (x6)
Pop the pill, smoke the blunt
This the part you get turnt up (x3)
Grab a b**h, pour your cup
I said this the part you get turnt up (x3)
Pop a zip, we don't give a f**
I said this the part you get turnt up (x3)
Yeah So, Hz n***a
{f** 1x}
Yeah So
Hz n***a
Cause if you ain't know
Dub 12 sh**
[Verse]
Claiming we homies, they don't even know me
Can't even tell 'em my real name, I treat 'em like the police
You guessed it, Da$H Dillinger, lyrical god
Blows a ounce with the council, my team be the f**ing mob
Couple n***as in jail, few n***as on bail
A few n***as in Hell, my motivation for rapping so well
And my haters in a corner with a dunce cap
While I roll sacks and I count stacks
f** a bad b**h 'til her back break
Minus bullsh** n***a life's great
Breaking down this elbow
Blasting T and 101 in my black and white shell toes
And I'm plotting on a million, f** how you feeling
Bad b**h in a convertible, drop the ceiling
When I think I lost my mind, shorty blew it out
You already know what my motherf**ing crew about
Rare crew of dudes, man I bet your f**ing boo could vouch
Free the Bigga, 'til he home I'ma bring the wave my n***a
Yeah, so
H'z
Eat a dick if you ain't with it, n***a