Kevin Gates - Burnin' lyrics

[Hook: AKON] Yeah we roll in the Cadillac n***a straight loc'in Top open everybody holding g's Smoking on the Cali weed We proceed, we burning We bang like a heart attack n***as ain't joking So focused, everybody hate police Won't let a n***a roll this weed We proceed, we burnin'.. [Verse 1: Chinx Drugz] Call it been there, will spin it n***as all offended You know I'm bout to rape the game like a s** offender Gonna get it on your own no co-dependant Before you back your throne n***a know your limit Still burning rollin' with the top back three times felon Forty's knock is top back New J's on Chris Shawn going strong Your picking stems out your sh** then you know its wrong Gone smoke out the chevy windows half cracked This the cali love, I blow my last stack Stealth mode with your b**h told her pa** that Before she drop it on my carpet told her ash that We burnin, burnin [Hook: AKON] Yeah we roll in the Cadillac n***a straight loc'in Top open everybody holding g's Smoking on the Cali weed We proceed, we burning We bang like a heart attack n***as ain't joking So focused, everybody hate police Won't let a n***a roll this weed We proceed, we burnin'.. [Verse 2: French Montana] Fresh up outta court Rolling up a dank Diamonds in the paint Harder than a tank Why the f** them n***as have it Get up on your feet I'll be court side braggin' 20 for the seat Truck up in the hood b**h with the sports bra Feet up on the wood I could flip a small car You bald headed skank don't f** up my high Canarys on the gold chain will f** up your eye Plenty drink, plenty smoke, plenty n***as Steady f**in' with us, n***as choke Naked b**hes takin pictures I'm gettin throwed weeds official My wrist glisten, n***as broke (FUUCKED UP) We burnin.. [Hook: AKON] Yeah we roll in the Cadillac n***a straight loc'in Top open everybody holding g's Smoking on the Cali weed We proceed, we burning We bang like a heart attack n***as ain't joking So focused, everybody hate police Won't let a n***a roll this weed We proceed, we burnin'.. [Verse 3: Kevin Gates] Im from under..of being hated They know I'm still the greatest I know some fakers that's faking, I call 'em imitators I got a b**h and my mistress is still in patience And she missing the sick dick and she sick of waiting But i got sick of waiting I got a zip of piff that I've been puffin lately I feel like sh** is gravey only if i make it out And if this road lead to a dead end I'mma make a route I got 'em all down south They go from making money out of town To get my own down south Disrespect in here will get you punched in the lip We got bricks not the back boy the front of the rim So a lot of pricks b**hes often coming with me Spread money across the counter never question receipts I ain't mean to approach ya I got my team to scope ya They took a shop to tangle all to keep my focus We burning.. [Hook: AKON] Yeah we roll in the Cadillac n***a straight loc'in Top open everybody holding g's Smoking on the Cali weed We proceed, we burning We bang like a heart attack n***as ain't joking So focused, everybody hate police Won't let a n***a roll this weed We proceed, we burnin'..