Burnt Shit Lyrics

From the bridge to the water, my coupe like a tortoise

The Mansory imported, I'm Atlanta, Georgia

I'm Maison Margielas, I still rock the Jordans

All night on that block, used to sleep on the porch

We run the city, go check the reports

20 West all the way, 85 North (Ya dig?)

GT3 ME when I'm pushin' this Porsche (Skrrt)

Can't never forget when I slept on the floor (Can't, though)

Now all the spots got a million decor at least

Think about what I did and record it

GSP get behind me, I'm floorin' it (Skrrt)

Gang task on my ass 'bout them kids dyin'

Had to change up my life, and I'm still tryin'

Keep it gangster, that's just what it is, slime (Slatt)

In the streets, I got reach like I'm Wi-Fi

Tell the police you don't know nothin', you my kind (What he say?)

Summertime, kickin' back in Ibiza

AP skelly, I Birkin the skeezer

I met three 'em from Europe, ain't seen nothin'

Get 'em back to the States, get 'em cleaned up (Come here)

We go Miu Miu for months, have 'em T'd up

Servin' white to these folks like I'm Bieber (Justin)

I can't bring bro with me 'cause he leashed up

Once I'm done, give her back, I don't keep nothin' (Here)

Got a bankroll on me, on some turnt shit

Got a bankroll on me, on some turnt shit

Forty bitches with me on some burnt shit

Got a bankroll on me, on some turnt shit

Got a bankroll on me, on some turnt shit

Forty bitches with me on some burnt shit

Better swallow me, I got her throat poppin'

Get 'em spinned, I'm in Monaco yacht hoppin'

Captain Carter, I'm still tryna find her waist

Top and bottom, she shaped like the figure eight

Like a rockstar, G6, middle of the day

**** finished, I'm callin' a spade a spade

One these tennis chains cost me 200k

Stop comparin' these peasants, they not the same

Twenty racks on the belt, so my shirt crop

South of Italy, baby, let's coast off

Doin' pilates on top of the ocean

You can post what you want, I don't post nothin'

Got one blonde, and she fine, she goin', goin'

I need two hundred more, I'm on one

Overseas, got these folks throwin' 4s up

Louis umbrella, they can't record her

Got the tribe in the back, they with bro and them

Forty-five, this shit goin' live, yeah

You get high, you know we get higher

On the sand, sippin' piña colada

I had gave her a job, but I fired her

Every time that she call now, I'm tired of her

Takin' shots back to back, gettin' fired up

Gave her AP to go, baby, time's up

Got a bankroll on me, on some turnt shit

Got a bankroll on me, on some turnt shit

Forty bitches with me on some burnt shit

Got a bankroll on me, on some turnt shit

Got a bankroll on me, on some turnt shit

Forty bitches with me on some burnt shit

Yeah, got a bankroll on me, on some turnt shit

Yeah, got a bankroll on me, on some turnt shit, yeah

Yeah, yeah

Forty bitches with me on some burnt shit

Yeah, forty bitches with me on some burnt shit, yeah

Yeah