BURGUNDY II

[Chorus: Moh Baretta & Fluhkunxhkos]
Pop a ten, geek out my body
You could call me Moh, your highness
Smoking exotic, lil' bitch I be flying
Come alive at night, I'm a vampire
Stay with my blood like burgundy
Get that check and splurge it see
Bitch I get to the money with urgency
Ooter in the cut like surgery
Off a deuce off the blood, geek out my body
I got shooters in my lobby
They bite drip, know they gon' copy
Just scooped yo bitch now she gon' top
I don’t sip tris, bitch I need Wock
Just took his shit, now I'm gon' block
When I draw down, bitch I'm gon' pop 'em
All my niggas real top shottas

[Verse 1: Moh Baretta]
Posted up top getting gwalla
Don’t give a fuck about a cop
Tryna be someone that you not
I had to double down and beat the odds
It gets dark whеre I'm at, and the sun don’t shine
Pop three tеns, let’s rock and roll
Got this bitch goin' down like it’s dominoes
Tryna go get some money, then vamonos

[Verse 2: Fluhkunxhkos]
Rich slime nigga, I ain’t stuntin' these hoes
Still in the trap with the dope on the stove
Bro posted up with a stick at the door
Jefe hate that boy then I'm wiping his nose
Hopped out that foreign, lit up and she chose
I was just down bad, robbing, kicking doors
Get the backend and walk through for a show
T that bitch up and then leave with yo' ho

[Verse 3: Moh Baretta]
He tryna steal swag, pay what you owe
Upper echelon shit, fuck that bitch in a robe
Junkie keep calling my phone up, what you want?
Moh Baretta 50 CAL, lil' bitch, I'm the one
She wanna lay under me like the sun
Walk in the spot and I'm making it jump
So many narcotics, think I'm turning numb
But fuck that, T up, I gotta go dumb

[Chorus: Moh Baretta & Fluhkunxhkos]
Pop a ten, geek out my body
You could call me Moh, your highness
Smoking exotic, lil' bitch I be flying
Come alive at night, I'm a vampire
Stay with my blood like burgundy
Get that check and splurge it see
Bitch I get to the money with urgency
Ooter in the cut like surgery
Off a deuce off the blood, geek out my body
I got shooters in my lobby
They bite drip, know they gon' copy
Just scooped yo bitch now she gon' top
I don’t sip tris, bitch I need Wock
Just took his shit, now I'm gon' block
When I draw down, bitch I'm gon' pop 'em
All my niggas real top shottas