Jahlil Beats - Burn lyrics

[Verse 1] Hammer on the dresser, work on the stove I'm sitting on the counter blowing purp out my nose Red bone naked, in the bed flexin' I say b**h I ain't impressed you must of got the wrong impression I ain't with the BS, I'm flyer than PF Man, we living in hell like a deep breath Real n***as with real money, real b**hes with fake a**es If she don't wanna f** I get on my skateboard and I skate pa**ed her Money on the table, guns on the table b**h I'm on that syrup tell that ho leggo my Eggo And my girlfriend is a choppa, I finger f** that ho Hello I am Tunechi: you had me at hello Drop top Maybach, clean like Ajax Man I don't f** with none of you n***as like rednecks We got that work so come and get if we dont know you, you pay tax I put a hole in your apple what that is apple jacks, uh p**y n***a I'll murder you then dance at your funeral Blood I'll have a n***a drinking his own blood communion Wake up like Bone Thugs I'll call your bluff pick the phone up Her titties fake but they look real cubic: zirconia's Run up in your house spare the kids and k** the grown ups Your b**h call me when she hot: Krispy Kreme donuts Shoutout to my new hoes, shoutout to my old hoes I still wear that a** out like a wardrobe b**h, what they gonna say? Still eating rappers on my f**ing lunch break Bad yellow b**h with a tongue like a snake I let her s** my dick then I f** her to some Drake [Hook] And then I let that kush burn let that kush burn Yeah I let that kush burn Smoking gasoline b**h The booth on fire I'm in here getting higher Young Money b**h we at the top like barbwire [Verse 2] Money on my mind I ain't thinking bout no b**h I'm talking bout that scratch like my muhf**in throat itch Stop stuntin if you ballin buy your b**h somethin' Stayed on the same team like Tim Duncan sh** get real if ya scared go to catholic school And if we want it straight jacket like a padded room Shoot your a** 100 times and stand over you Lil' Tunechi so fly I got arachnophobia Burn b**h, AK in my firm grip Leap if you feeling like Kermit, sermons Preach reach and I smoke your a** like Cheech I be faded like bleach, double barrel: Siamese I like my swisher obese, f** that b**h like police f** these haters with no grease, you get chin checked: goatee Money talks b**h and mine talks like Robin Leach That lean got me slow as Lisa Turtle ask Screech Bank card heavy, my wallet like a barbell My girl got a fat cat, I call that sh** Garfield We'll bring the O.K. Corral to your doorbell We pull triggers not coattails, I make lump sums: oatmeal I'm stuntin', getting new money Trukfit money Mountain Dew money, tell em I get better like fine wine I'm fire like cayenne In the words of my n***a BP I'll hit a b**h with a car bomb BOOM Lil' b**h n***as gonna talk they ain't talking bout sh** n***as gonna bark I go Mike Vick f**in f** n***as on that f** sh** s** a n***a dick for some Trukfit [Hook] And let that kush burn let that kush Yeah I let that kush burn Smoking gasoline b**h The booth on fire I'm in here getting higher Holla at a n***a if you want that Oscar Mayer