Burning

[Hook: Kayvo]
Straight drop; Junkies, they rush
I hit the shot, put the deuce in the crush
Bitch I be bussing the bank while I'm bussing a nut
When I step out in public; My 4's they up
Bro say up and I up
This ain't no liquor, this Wock in my cup
When the pack touch down it's a big ass rush
And the pack touch down in a big ass truck
In the trap all day, I don't work; Curb service
I'm whipping over here serving
I'm off a percocet, I shoot the glick I ain't nervous
And I gave them the mix up, Kyrie Irving
And I'm trapping, I run up the bag for a purpose
And I found me a lane and I'm switching and swerving
Put her face in the sheets cause she twisting and turning
Can't fuck with these bitches, they itching and burning

[Verse: Kayvo]
I made a bag off a rock
I made a flip off a P and a clock
These niggas they telling, they flaming, they hot
Put a P in the bowl and I'm tying the knot
These niggas blow up the spot
That ain't my bitch, I think not
Up-top, it's me and Bump shoot craps
We shooting hundreds I pick up the pot
I put the crack in the spot
Me and Keezah in the trap, thats facts
Left and the right, I'm hooking the pot
Put the packs in the air, take a look at the sky
These niggas the don't want to die
I'm a sneaky lil nigga, put one in your eye
Get caught by the feds and I'm telling a lie
And I'm shooting this glizzy come take care of the trap
These niggas feds in disguise
I can look at your face, I can stare in your eyes
Imma creep in your hood, I ain't sparing your guys
And they try take me out, bitch you hear me, they tried
She mixed the truth with a lie
If I see a opp Imma' cook him, I fry
And I'm winning the race ain't no way we could tie
And I'm cooking the coke; It was wet, now its dry

[Hook: Kayvo]
Straight drop; Junkies, they rush
I hit the shot, put the deuce in the crush
Bitch I be bussing the bank while I'm bussing a nut
When I step out in public; My 4's they up
Bro say up and I up
This ain't no liquor, this Wock in my cup
When the pack touch down it's a big ass rush
And the pack touch down in a big ass truck
In the trap all day, I don't work; Curb service
I'm whipping over here serving
I'm off a percocet, I shoot the glick I ain't nervous
And I gave them the mix up, Kyrie Irving
And I'm trapping, I run up the bag for a purpose
And I found me a lane and I'm switching and swerving
Put her face in the sheets cause she twisting and turning
Can't fuck with these bitches, they itching and burning