Skrewface - Burnt/f** 1x lyrics

{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