Burnt Out歌词

Hey you remember that young nıgga we seen in the hood
Aha, hell yeah
That nıgga burnt out
You remember he came out and told me that shıt man
You turn a dollar to a million
In a trap I look like a chameleon
I don't give a fucc about no nıgga feelings
Got the chopper for the victims
Mumma told me to go kill em'
So I'm in an all black, like I'm John Wick
Open up the trunk, it's a brick and a stick
That's a life sentence, quarter mill on my wrist (damn)
That nıgga burnt out
Burnt out
That nıgga burnt out
On a highway with hundred pounds
That nıgga burnt out
Young nıgga trap out his Mumma's house
That nıgga burnt out
That nıgga burnt out
Burnt out
Damn that nıgga burnt out
Twelve got him in interrogation
But he burnt out he ain't singing
They'll give a young nıgga a life sentence
If they ever find a fuccing banger
He a young nıgga still trapping and banging
Walk around twisting his fingers
But he's still in the kitchen and whipping the pot
Watching the dopǝ look like it Kurt Angles
Hit the pot at every angle
In the kitchen and I’m cookin' Topanga
I don't really fucc with strangers
Never know he could be singing
If you want a hunnid we can arrange it
No refunds so it changes
You can test the dopǝ with your pinky finger
Now he feeling like a Power Ranger
You turn a dollar to a million
In a trap I look like a chameleon
I don't give a fucc about no nıgga feelings
Got the chopper for the victims
Mumma told me to go kill em'
So I'm in an all black, like I'm John Wick
Open up the trunk, it's a brick and a stick
That's a life sentence, caught a mill on my wrist (damn)
That nıgga burnt out
Burnt out
That nıgga burnt out
On a highway with hundred pounds
That nıgga burnt out
Young nıgga trap out his Mumma's house
That nıgga burnt out
That nıgga burnt out
Burnt out
Damn that nıgga burnt out
The nıgga walking with a dirty stick
Burnt out he looking sick
Robbing, finessing everything in sight
That nıgga Debo cause he's taking shıt
Young nıgga fifteen and he with the shıt
His brother just caught a charge for a brick
He sent the little bıtch on a trip
To pick up some shıt from the Mexicans
Momma preaching like a reverend
He a rookie wanna be a veteran
All he wanted was a necklace
And his trap game be excellence
He like the boot of the Hannah Montana
Young nıgga burnt out like I blew out the candles
No ski-mask got a bag but she said fucc the cameras
Walking with a dirty stick long as an antenna
You turn a dollar to a million
In a trap I look like a chameleon
I don't give a fucc about no nıgga feelings
Got the chopper for the victims
Mumma told me to go kill em'
So I'm in all black, like I'm John Wick
Open up the trunk, it's a brick and a stick
That's a life sentence, caught a mill on my wrist (damn)
That nıgga burnt out
Burnt out
That nıgga burnt out
On a highway with hundred pounds
That nıgga burnt out
Young nıgga trap out his Mumma's house
That nıgga burnt out
That nıgga burnt out
Burnt out
Damn that nıgga burnt out