Kevin Gates, French Montana, Akon, Chinx - Burnin’ lyrics
Kevin Gates [Kevin Jerome Gilyard] Baton Rouge, Louisiana, U.S. 🇺🇸
Akon [Aliaune Damala Bouga Time Puru Nacka Lu Lu Lu Badara Akon Thiam] St. Louis, Missouri, U.S. 🇺🇸 (🇸🇳)
[Kevin Gates, French Montana, Akon, Chinx - Burnin’ lyrics]
Cadillac nigga straight loc'in
Top open everybody holding g’s
Smoking on the Cali weed
We proceed, we burning we bang like a heart
Attack niggas ain’t joking
So focused, everybody hate police
Won't let a nigga roll this weed
We proceed, we burnin'
Call it been there
Will spin it niggas all offended
You know I’m 'bout to rape the
Game like a sex offender
Gonna get it on your own no codependent
Before you back your throne
Nigga know your limit
Still burning rollin' with the top
Back three times felon
Forty's knock is top back
New J's on Chris Shawn going strong
Your picking stems out your shit
Then you know it's wrong
Gone smoke out the chevy windows half cracked
This the cali love, I blow my last stack
Stealth mode with your bitch
Told her pass that before she drop it on my
Carpet told her ash that we burnin, burnin
Yeah, we roll in the
Cadillac nigga straight loc'in
Top open everybody holding g’s
Smoking on the Cali weed
We proceed, we burning we bang like a heart
Attack niggas ain’t joking
So focused, everybody hate police
Won't let a nigga roll this weed
We proceed, we burnin'
Fresh up outta court rolling up a dank
Diamonds in the paint harder than a tank
Why the fuck them niggas have it
Get up on your feet
I’ll be court side braggin' 20 for the seat
Truck up in the hood
Bitch with the sports bra
Feet up on the wood i could flip a small car
You bald headed skank don't fuck up my high
Canarys on the gold chain will
Fuck up your eye
Plenty drink, plenty smoke, plenty niggas
Steady fuckin' with us, niggas choke
Naked bitches takin pictures
I'm gettin throwed weeds official
My wrist glisten, niggas broke (Fucked up)
We burnin
Yeah, we roll in the
Cadillac nigga straight loc'in
Top open everybody holding g’s
Smoking on the Cali weed
We proceed, we burning we bang like a heart
Attack niggas ain’t joking
So focused, everybody hate police
Won't let a nigga roll this weed
We proceed, we burnin'
I'm from under of being hated
They know I’m still the greatest
I know some fakers that's faking
I call 'em imitators i got a bitch and my
Mistress is still in patience
And she missing the sick dick
And she sick of waiting
But I got sick of waiting
I got a zip of piff
That I've been puffin lately
I feel like shit is gravey only
If i make it out and if this road lead to a
Dead end I'mma make a route
I got 'em all down south
They go from making money out of town
To get my own down south
Disrespect in here will get you
Punched in the lip
We got bricks not the back boy
The front of the rim
So a lot of pricks bitches
Often coming with me
Spread money across the counter
Never question receipts
I ain’t mean to approach ya
I got my team to scope ya
They took a shop to tangle
All to keep my focus we burning
Yeah, we roll in the
Cadillac nigga straight loc'in
Top open everybody holding g’s
Smoking on the Cali weed
We proceed, we burning we bang like a heart
Attack niggas ain’t joking
So focused, everybody hate police
Won't let a nigga roll this weed
We proceed, we burnin'