Burn Lyrics - Fat Trel

Another nigga die as my cell phone rings 

Same time bitches kiss the pinky ring 

I'm a Don, my mother say she knew that all along 

Back when I was never home, when I was I was strong 

Try and sell the white like it's right, I was wrong 

But the money wasn't light, it was ripe, it was long 

Can't be livin' basic all the business people take it 

More investigations, all the money we be makin' 

Double M the G right now I feel like we the greatest 

Nobody hatin', I promise that's not a statement 

They in the building with killers they never say shit 

And all my niggas the realest cause we don't take shit 

Rose just called me like "got a body for you for forty" 

I told him if he that important I kill him for sure 

Stash bodies, I pay the storage, I pay the mortgage 

[?], they told me my record was gorgeous 

Wait and listen, then I really start to pay attention 

Miami in the [?], but the Ferrari missin' 

Rare forges on these, sorry spotted Tracy in it 

I'm in the B7, she try to rape me in it 

I start caressin' her friend and she told me "wait a minute" 

I'm breakin' records, in sixty seconds we finna sex 

Then fuck the rest of this beat, cause I'm as finished flex 

No regrets, just rollin', me and my weapon 

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Burn this motherfucker down (burn this motherfucker down) 

Burn this motherfucker down (down) 

We be them niggas them niggas don't ever come around 

And when they pull up my chopper like "turn the fuck around" 

Before I -- 

We checkin' the luggage and carry-on all the money 

Feedin' all of my niggas, still get new coupes every summer 

Interested in jets and unforgettable sex 

went and bought a Corvette 

Fuck the feds, get it tatted on my neck and leg 

Ballin' like I'm Derrick Rose on my second legs 

That fourteen lookin' like my momma deviled eggs 

You a bitch, in jail them niggas even had you makin' beds 

For a fiend in my blood I write a hundred songs 

Never frontin' now my new shit got a hundred rooms 

Double M, we them dudes not to run into 

Slutty Boyz, pussy boys what you wanna do? Huh?! 

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Burn this motherfucker down (burn this motherfucker down) 

Burn this motherfucker down (down) 

We be them niggas them niggas don't ever come around 

And when they pull up my chopper like "turn the fuck around" 

Before I -- 

My four-four leave a fuck nigga bedridden 

Bed sores and his old ho's head spinnin' 

Think it's a game, niggas layin' in the rain 

kept a stick in his dad's 

Then went to war with the whole task force 

A quarter key is these nigga's goals 

Caught a case and his whole damn 

Fuck is wrong with these niggas souls? 

Ain't takin' lip from a bitch unless her pussy is gold 

And me and bro blow better 'dro got different [?] 

I different business and Benz, different area codes 

Wonder why them Taliban niggas never fold 

I chop 'em like a Chinaman when I drop a roll 

My teacher drivin' the Camry so I was never wrong 

She shoulda listened to me, I was right all along 

Burn this motherfucker down (burn this motherfucker down) 

Burn this motherfucker down (down) 

We be them niggas them niggas don't ever come around 

And when they pull up my chopper like "turn the fuck around" 

Before I -- 

Burn this motherfucker down 

Burn this motherfucker down 

We be them niggas them niggas don't ever come around 

And when they pull up my chopper like "turn the fuck around"