Dread head city, F the world Fendi
Stones hurtin niggas when I pass, no kidney
Keep a baddie with me, fully loaded semi
Niggas thinkin' that I'm pussy, I ain't pussy, no kitten
I'm a big stepper, I ain't talkin' red boots
Bitch, you know that I'm a good fella, M.O.B. until I'm through
I was in the trenches, in the kitchen with some barstools
With pretty bitches sittin' barkin' for some trees and dog food
I ain't finna argue, call a Uber, let him call a pool
Cousins is some demons, cause my aunties and my uncles
One call and that's all, not the Morris Bart dude
Just do it for a check, not a fan of Reebok shoes
Ain't talkin' bout relations, ain't talkin' bout none of that
Get them cheeks, clapped off of Hennessy and honey packs
Do not send your cash app, back in the gap
My momma told me that I'm cheeky, I ain't trickin' to your ho ass
When it's beef, stalk a nigga down, Joe Goldberg
Arms, legs, and chest bullets, speared his ass like Goldberg
Shots whoop a nigga dreads, and now he Whoopi Goldberg
Directing all the shootin', you can call me Steven Spielberg
Gudda shit, I'm a artist rappin' on Picasso
Got bitches pullin' panties down like eBay did to Lotto
Lil' snotty nose, kid at your door just like Roscoe
Send a thot ho on a Tuesday, put his brains up in a taco, muchacho
I remember all them hard times, niggas sellin' plasma, no TVs
Niggas beefin' over some shared pussy, so I guess he bangin' with the TDs (tender dick)
You knew the price of cuffin' hoes, all these hoes just skeezy
Sendin shots off, let it pierce his lungs, let him die slow life ain't easy
I'm tryna wrestle with a baddie like Bianca
Pull up shockin' all these green niggas just like Blanka
I'ma f*ck the block up, King Kong with a blocka
Killed her ex man with a red beam, Cyclops
Up the score my team, get them ranks, Shabba
White girl, we ridin' with that lady, Gaga
It's all gravy, drop his meatball
Pasta, my whole roster lookin' like some Rastas
Shottas, pull up so you know we with the shits
Diapers, where them niggas claimin' they won't smoke?
Zaza, zip a nigga up and send him up
Allah, his family get together and we slide
Cha-cha, whoo
BURN Video (MV)
Performed By: Gudda Chyld
Language: English
Length: 2:40
Written by: DOUGLAS M. JOHNSON, PAT BUNCH, TIM MONTANA
Gudda Chyld - BURN Lyrics
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Dread head city, F the world Fendi
Stones hurtin niggas when I pass, no kidney
Keep a baddie with me, fully loaded semi
Niggas thinkin' that I'm pussy, I ain't pussy, no kitten
I'm a big stepper, I ain't talkin' red boots
Bitch, you know that I'm a good fella, M.O.B. until I'm through
I was in the trenches, in the kitchen with some barstools
With pretty bitches sittin' barkin' for some trees and dog food
I ain't finna argue, call a Uber, let him call a pool
Cousins is some demons, cause my aunties and my uncles
One call and that's all, not the Morris Bart dude
Just do it for a check, not a fan of Reebok shoes
Ain't talkin' bout relations, ain't talkin' bout none of that
Get them cheeks, clapped off of Hennessy and honey packs
Do not send your cash app, back in the gap
My momma told me that I'm cheeky, I ain't trickin' to your ho ass
When it's beef, stalk a nigga down, Joe Goldberg
Arms, legs, and chest bullets, speared his ass like Goldberg
Shots whoop a nigga dreads, and now he Whoopi Goldberg
Directing all the shootin', you can call me Steven Spielberg
Gudda shit, I'm a artist rappin' on Picasso
Got bitches pullin' panties down like eBay did to Lotto
Lil' snotty nose, kid at your door just like Roscoe
Send a thot ho on a Tuesday, put his brains up in a taco, muchacho
I remember all them hard times, niggas sellin' plasma, no TVs
Niggas beefin' over some shared pussy, so I guess he bangin' with the TDs (tender dick)
You knew the price of cuffin' hoes, all these hoes just skeezy
Sendin shots off, let it pierce his lungs, let him die slow life ain't easy
I'm tryna wrestle with a baddie like Bianca
Pull up shockin' all these green niggas just like Blanka
I'ma f*ck the block up, King Kong with a blocka
Killed her ex man with a red beam, Cyclops
Up the score my team, get them ranks, Shabba
White girl, we ridin' with that lady, Gaga
It's all gravy, drop his meatball
Pasta, my whole roster lookin' like some Rastas
Shottas, pull up so you know we with the shits
Diapers, where them niggas claimin' they won't smoke?
Zaza, zip a nigga up and send him up
Allah, his family get together and we slide
Cha-cha, whoo
Stones hurtin niggas when I pass, no kidney
Keep a baddie with me, fully loaded semi
Niggas thinkin' that I'm pussy, I ain't pussy, no kitten
I'm a big stepper, I ain't talkin' red boots
Bitch, you know that I'm a good fella, M.O.B. until I'm through
I was in the trenches, in the kitchen with some barstools
With pretty bitches sittin' barkin' for some trees and dog food
I ain't finna argue, call a Uber, let him call a pool
Cousins is some demons, cause my aunties and my uncles
One call and that's all, not the Morris Bart dude
Just do it for a check, not a fan of Reebok shoes
Ain't talkin' bout relations, ain't talkin' bout none of that
Get them cheeks, clapped off of Hennessy and honey packs
Do not send your cash app, back in the gap
My momma told me that I'm cheeky, I ain't trickin' to your ho ass
When it's beef, stalk a nigga down, Joe Goldberg
Arms, legs, and chest bullets, speared his ass like Goldberg
Shots whoop a nigga dreads, and now he Whoopi Goldberg
Directing all the shootin', you can call me Steven Spielberg
Gudda shit, I'm a artist rappin' on Picasso
Got bitches pullin' panties down like eBay did to Lotto
Lil' snotty nose, kid at your door just like Roscoe
Send a thot ho on a Tuesday, put his brains up in a taco, muchacho
I remember all them hard times, niggas sellin' plasma, no TVs
Niggas beefin' over some shared pussy, so I guess he bangin' with the TDs (tender dick)
You knew the price of cuffin' hoes, all these hoes just skeezy
Sendin shots off, let it pierce his lungs, let him die slow life ain't easy
I'm tryna wrestle with a baddie like Bianca
Pull up shockin' all these green niggas just like Blanka
I'ma f*ck the block up, King Kong with a blocka
Killed her ex man with a red beam, Cyclops
Up the score my team, get them ranks, Shabba
White girl, we ridin' with that lady, Gaga
It's all gravy, drop his meatball
Pasta, my whole roster lookin' like some Rastas
Shottas, pull up so you know we with the shits
Diapers, where them niggas claimin' they won't smoke?
Zaza, zip a nigga up and send him up
Allah, his family get together and we slide
Cha-cha, whoo
Writer: DOUGLAS M. JOHNSON, PAT BUNCH, TIM MONTANA
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, O/B/O DistroKid
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, O/B/O DistroKid