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 stabbing 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 fucking 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