Burning (feat. M Huncho & Dutchavelli)

作词 : 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"