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