GuiltyFangz - Burner Lyrics

Speakers blaring out the whip
The People staring shrugging shoulders
I ain't caring why the f*ck is no one daring yo
What ever happened to taking risks and taking charge
Man everybody's the same it's bout to set me off
In the mosh pit damn somebody's gonna die
Jumping higher to the ceilings getting so high
Why ya walk up in the club looking extra fly
With a diamond ring on
Tryna go and touch the sky
I gotta climb a ladder tryna reach my own potential
Hella funny dudes hitting me up like they're so special
That's just one in the chamber
I'm away in the manger
Talk a lot of shit somebody's boutta come and fade ya
You think that your Dion
Flowin like you neon
Nothing more than shiny lights
Bitch you better be gone
Wake up in the morning
Fresh without no warning
Come up to the studio cause damn the mic is burning
Pockets cold
Died of gold
Briefcase bitches wanna take my soul
Sign a deal
For a mil
Make a few tracks we ain't gonna disappear
Pockets cold
Died of gold
Briefcase bitches wanna take my soul
Sign a deal
For a mil
Make a few tracks we ain't gonna disappear
I just got a call on my burner phone
I just wanna take all these bitches home
Hide it away so my girl don't know
Slap a bitch crazy till she watch her tone
I just got a call on my burner phone
I just wanna take all these bitches home
Hide it away so my girl don't know
Slap a bitch crazy till she watch her tone
Get the wine
Check the time
I just wanna leave
All my friends sayin
Stay in some booty cheeks
Bitches with rabies just lost her teeth
Guess the party life's just not for me
Get the wine
Check the time
I just wanna leave
All my friends sayin
Stay in some booty cheeks
Bitches with rabies just lost her teeth
Guess the party life's just not for me
We kill it
Not cocky
We will die
The story
We live cuz we will die
Memento and mori
3 dream boys
A dream team
Not our fault your horny
We've been hot
We'll pop off
Take this as a warning
Just give me a f*ckin mic and let me do it
Everybody's feelin fam we goin through it
Once you hear this f*cking beat you gonna move it
That's the GF beat and baby we can prove it
I just got a call on my burner phone
I just wanna take all these bitches home
Got a few tracks we can make our own
We all got each other so we never alone
Pockets cold
Died of gold
Briefcase bitches wanna take my soul
Sign a deal
For a mil
Make a few tracks we ain't gonna disappear
Pockets cold
Died of gold
Briefcase bitches wanna take my soul
Sign a deal
For a mil
Make a few tracks we ain't gonna disappear
I just got a call on my burner phone
I just wanna take all these bitches home
Hide it away so my girl don't know
Slap a bitch crazy till she watch her tone
I just got a call on my burner phone
I just wanna take all these bitches home
Hide it away so my girl don't know
Slap a bitch crazy till she watch her tone