Burnt/ Fuck 1x

No suit, I'm handling business

My weed so loud in public, some get offended

Like 2 Chainz said, I'm ridin' around and I'm gettin' it

And you ain't make not a dollar of this money, bitch

So you damn sure ain't gon' spend it

I'm in it to win it, there's no second place

Taking joints to the face

Took your bitch to my place, suck me off for hours

Said I had good taste

Seen the views in the crib, yeah, said she dig where I live

Left the lab around 2, 2:30, yeah you know your boy up in her ribs

Dade County young real nigga, junior year in high school

Lean sipping pill dealer

Only been a few years since then

Couple labels wanna offer me a deal, nigga

Words kinda slurred cause I'm off the cup

Smoking on a joint, but they're often blunts

Models from the club to the loft to fuck

And these niggas keep saying I ain't talking much

And these niggas keep saying I ain't talking much

And a nigga won't stop rapping till I'm lost in blush

Niggas keep saying I ain't talking much

I take models from the club to the loft to fuck

This the part you get turnt up

I said this the part you get turnt up

This the part you get turnt up

This the part you get turnt up

This the part you get turnt up

Pop a pill, smoke your blunt

I said this the part you get turnt up

This the part you get turnt up

This the part you get turnt up

Grab a bitch, pour your cup

I said this the part you get turnt up

This the part you get turnt up

This the part you get turnt up

Pop a seal, you don't give a fuck

I said this the part you get turnt up

This the part you get turnt up

This the part you get turnt up

Claiming we homies, they don't even know me

Can't even tell 'em my real name, I treat 'em like the police

You guessed it, Da$H Dillinger, lyrical god

Blows an ounce with the council, my team be the fucking mob