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Beat: Future x Young Thug Type Beat - "Burner" by Jacob Lethal Beats
   • Future x Young Thug Type Beat - "Burner"  

June 2016


Hook:
See I aint know what you heard
but these locos aint nice
they mob around with that burn
and they aint never think it twice

they talkin murder, murder, murder
they talking murder, murder, murder

Verse 1: (Lyzer)
nigga they talking murder so you know what we gonna do
sickos mobbin steady patrolin muthafuck your whole crew
nigga i know you heard of us nigga we be them murderers
fuck around with us and youll end up in the trunk
bend them ducks tearing shit up breakin em down not givin a fuck
who you are where youre from it dont matter the case is wrapped up
free my nigga clouded mind LA county bounded
see you on the other side all my killas bout it
cisco lyzer dowtr creepin through your neighborhood streets
black hoodies black gloves cant forget that chrome heat
flee the murder scene unseen another one down put to sleep
socks hat fitted so you suckas know who did it gee

Verse 2: (Cisco Villa)
dippin down yo block, mobbin with my woes
got a couple glocks seven shots every load
mexsickos in the cut we dont play
so less you want that heat get the fuck up out my way
killas we mobbin dont think fore we spray, letting you have it then call it day
no remorse im aiming to kill and ready to spill my clip in yo brain
fuck any loco that try to compete, reppin a street i aint heard of before
sickos mobbin highlife reppin hug yo bitch then kiss the floor
here we go let em know cisco aint the loc to test
hope you know if you my foe im emptyin my clip in yo chest
homeboy talkin murder ready to serve you with a dose of lead
rock yo vest and duck yo head im a soldier till the day im dead

Verse 3: (Dowtr)
the liquor im consumin got a nigga dumbing
im holdin my position aint nobody running
got these niggas duckin diving, when they see us coming
got these sickos in the cut controllin man i love it
my enemies go before me my snapback banging for me
no guts no glory they swear they knew my story
forgot about that young mexican from the hub
sick minded bolen breathing never gave a fuck
my minds been lost i never found it, floatin never grounded
talking murder been around it, all that woofin not about it
them hammers stay handy like manny, always go blammy no jammy
problem on granny no family, nosies with candy is brandy
sick dogs dont bark blood, g rides with spark plugs
beef shit get marked up, banged out stay parked up
mobbin the streets with yo bitch and she holding my burner burner
91-7-0-6 is the code for murder, murder