Burning (feat. M Huncho & Dutchavelli)歌詞

作詞 : Isaac Hagan/M Huncho/Quincy Ferreira/Stephan Allen
作曲 : Isaac Hagan/M Huncho/Quincy Ferreira/Stephan Allen
Quincy Tellem
Free smoke got the city all burning
Brr
Still feels like my opps ain't learning
Trigger on the dots too sensitive
Told bro "Take your time when you're turning"
Yeah
Trap game fully on furnished
Twenty-four hours and they're looking refurbished
Nothin' ain't changed but your home address
Still make a sweet one put the wap in a Birkin
Trust
Don't care if that chick can't dance
Tryna make sure that the phone line twerking
Brr
See how they wanna ride this wave
Didn't see their face when I'm sofa surfing
Nope
If this music ting don't work
There's one thing that I know for certain I'm in the trap
I keep on serving
Yeah
Serving on serving I served up Martin now he's on a flying carpet
Walked in on Martin piping his arm in the morning moving lethargic
Wonder where he is right now man I hope that brudda didn't OD
You know you got that special bond always with a certain fiend
Went from the pit of hell
Who woulda thought we'll be doing up mosh pits
Gang
My brother still lock it stock it
Buy it sell it cook it and rock it
Whip
Bro still cook it and rock it only a boss could cover these losses
28K when I bought this Cuban the Rollie ain't bust down
Then I don't want it
Facts
It's Dutch for the fifth but I still take trips to The Tropics
Got your b***h in a foreign whip
She gon' pull down the zipper tell her to slop it
Pocket watchin' brothers mad they must have lost it woah
I just made a ticket I'm still I'm still counting dough
I was on the prison phone to bro
"I don't know when they'll let me go"
Uh
I told bro "Put the thing in sport I can see the feds coming close"
Burnt my Giuseppe's I no longer wear my True Religions
No I don't
Had to get me a safety deposit
Facts
All these stacks they won't fit in my denims
Trust
All these racks they don't fit in the closet
Nope
Money long I don't think I just cop it
Yeah
And if KD with me then he's got it
Burn a spliff hit the moon in my rocket
And I put like ten thousand on jeans
Ten
But these stacks still don't fit in my pocket
And I built me a money machine
My hands really hurt when I'm counting
And I started with pennies and dreams
I woke up from all of the nightmares
So I'm goin' all out for the team
I'm goin' all out for the team
I'm goin' all out for the team
Yeah
Fell in love with the money machine
Facts
Only right I run up on the plug
Trust
He came up off of robbery P's
Beatfreakz when I tell him to freeze
Freeze
I don't wanna get blood on my jeans
Jeans
Tell my mum that I love her to pieces
I love her
If I die give my dough to my nephews and nieces it's 'velli
Pocket watchin' brothers mad they must have lost it woah
I just made a ticket I'm still I'm still counting dough
I was on the prison phone to bro
"I don't know when they'll let me go"
Uh
I told bro "Put the thing in sport I can see the feds coming close"