Marcelo Burlon

(albüm: 11241 Wayburn, Pt. 2 - 2018)

Like when I fuck her from the back, yeah, freaky
Like to suck it in the cat, yeah, eat me
Reggie bows for a stacks, yeah, Rece
That bitch ain't bad, she alright, yeah, decent
Hey, I just blew a couple hundred, that was recent
Just got cool with the swipers, where the pieces?
Just went up, I want a couple for a feature

If I ain't love her only fucked her, she was leaching
Like to step out, shit, bitch I got four, yeah, I'm teasing
I could show a bitch the game, I'm a teacher
Heard she was fucking with a lame, what's the reason?
She like, I'on feel safe, he got a Drac' and he a Keenan
Niggas rapping, prolly singing, pointing fingers
Yeah, I seen em, bitch please

I been doing this since 15
I been taking hits since 16
Tap dancing, getting beans
Nigga, look at my life, yeah re-rock them pints, yeah

I know niggas is ho niggas
Don't look up to no nigga
I'm willing if bro willing
I'm killing if bro killing
Big fours, we toe tagging
No tea and then four Magnums
Seventeen then two cash
Eighteen, a new cat

I'm not but Lou strapped
Get yo shit threw back
I should be through rapping
No phones but Lou slamming
I'm good, she too average
I need a new bad one
No mask, I'm too savage
My bitch be coupe driving
My bitch is too tatted
My name is what matters
The freakier, her butt fatter
You'd probably a cuff after
I only a fuck after
Shit real life fuck laughing
Get killed for bus passes
I then gave enough passes
Don't drop shit but classes

Don't up it if it ain't 30
Won't touch her if she ain't, yeah
These Sprites all filled with red
Two dykes both giving head
Free my young niggas, yeah
I told 'em this shit ain't hard
Shit different, no taking cards
Bro punching like, "Where the cards?"
OJs bro, where the Rs?
Straight drop like where the par?
200 before we depart
This cover don't need no art
I'm talking like, "nigga what?"
Free Rik, don't give a fuck
You move, I'm raising up

My mama then slaved enough
My mama then raised enough
Killers
Bitch, we run the East, come and fuck with us
Niggas shot me in my leg, now it's fuck niggas
Got a couple in the Feds, got a couple in the states

Got a couple shooting 40s
Got a couple shooting Drac's
Got a couple throwing Bs, got a lot of niggas cripping
Hey, Free the motherfucking H, rest in peace to all my niggas
I played like I was finished
Now really ain't riding tinted
My niggas like it's whatever
My bitch get shit together
My bitch be crying lately
My mama been loading up
R.I.P. my nigga Neph, forever gon' throw it up