Burnin

They fuckin wit ya nigga
Smokin out the swisha neva
Catch me sittin on the leather
Foggy but yea you could smell it
Cookies in the air like several
No rookie nigga dont test me
Fall out smokin in my session
Me and fahrrad blew eleven
Jays of candy medicine
When i get my bread told
Em put some extra lettuce in it
My whole clicc is steady winnin
Told em i need the fetti nigga
My whole clicc is
Burnin burnin burn it down
I’m blowing right up out the pound
Cookie cook pass it round
In the kitchen whip it down
Shatter glass on me right now
I might send it out of town
My mind gone from the loud
Riding round wit some ounces
I get that bread n im bouncin
Smokin this wax for my tonsils
I see a bag n i’m pouncin
HUH? They grow that shit in the mountains
Im rollin pack like a fountain
Pussy niggas get wet n they drownin
I get that bread without the countin
Call up the plug let me buy some more ounces