Burnin

[Chorus: Whispers]
A hundred on the highway, smelling tire smoke
A hundred of them packets, that's the whitest load
Fucking up the kitchen till the pilot's broke
Whippin' up a willis, that's a different stroke
Fuck up out your feelings, that's a different flow
Out to get a million, fuck me living broke
Lay a nigga out, you bet he getting smoke
Hit him in the head, I bet he shit his clothes
Every time I come up, bet I leave a nigga
Trigger finger itchin, please believe i have it
Once a nigga slumped, we gasoline a victim
Fucking keep it, Fucking keep 'em
Every time I come up, bet I leave a nigga
Trigger finger itchin, please believe i have it
Once a nigga slumped, we gasoline a victim
Fucking keep it, Fucking keep 'em

[Verse 1: Chris Rivers]
Pedal to the metal, that's 200 on the dash nigga
Shotty get to snappin, pick a pose, I let it flash flicker
Kilo after kilo this boricua mixed with Donnie G
Package always fresh, I keep that dope inside that conga [?]
I'm out your league, so nigga don't (try try try try)
Or out that eagle, when it blows, (bye bye bye bye)
Coughing rapping action
Call you clappin, pussy clear the way
Piling paper [?]
Never count it, we just check the weight

[Verse 2: Whispers]
It's petty killings with the smith without a willow with it
Muzzle on the tip I let it wet you or the pillow did it
I get you set up, my bitches will do you sweet
They lure you in, blow your dick wit the razor right in their cheeks
89 vibe, 89 9's from south plug
That's 89 grand my momma smiled with a mouth slug
The chopper's like Mike from the line, it got the tongue out
Full clip and it's light in design, lets have a dunk out

[Chorus: Whispers]
A hundred on the highway, smelling tire smoke
A hundred of them packets, that's the whitest load
Fucking up the kitchen till the pilot's broke
Whippin' up a willis, that's a different stroke
Fuck up out your feelings, that's a different flow
Out to get a million, fuck me living broke
Lay a nigga out, you bet he getting smoke
Hit him in the head, I bet he shit his clothes
Every time I come up, bet I leave a nigga
Trigger finger itchin, please believe i have it
Once a nigga slumped, we gasoline a victim
Fucking keep it, Fucking keep 'em
Every time I come up, bet I leave a nigga
Trigger finger itchin, please believe i have it
Once a nigga slumped, we gasoline a victim
Fucking keep it, Fucking keep 'em

[Verse 3: Sheek Louch]
Hey yo that gun shy, he made it through, but his lung drop
He can't talk the same no more, must of thought he was 2pac
Yelling out that thug life, riding on his dirt bike
Wheelied down the wrong block, all he seen was bright light
Cocaine residue, all up in my bloodstream
All I did was bag up, parole like the fuck you mean?
Fuck you seen, wait a minute, how you getting all that green?
Everyday a different bitch, Chanel must be for your queen
So ferocious, automatics and a couple explosives
They think it's Isis if they raided my stash is atrocious
Different wages, fans love us in different ages
New money, had to order some passport pages
Move like a hobby, I wasn't in the lobby
Police checking me, my ticket stub say Abu-Dhabi
Excuse me Mr. Black Gloves, my hands are blisters
Burn this motherfucker down, for my homie Whispers

[Chorus: Whispers]
A hundred on the highway, smelling tire smoke
A hundred of them packets, that's the whitest load
Fucking up the kitchen till the pilot's broke
Whippin' up a willis, that's a different stroke
Fuck up out your feelings, that's a different flow
Out to get a million, fuck me living broke
Lay a nigga out, you bet he getting smoke
Hit him in the head, I bet he shit his clothes
Every time I come up, bet I leave a nigga
Trigger finger itchin, please believe i have it
Once a nigga slumped, we gasoline a victim
Fucking keep it, Fucking keep 'em
Every time I come up, bet I leave a nigga
Trigger finger itchin, please believe i have it
Once a nigga slumped, we gasoline a victim
Fucking keep it, Fucking keep 'em