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
[00:02.30]Hey you remember that young nıgga we seen in the hood [00:06.30]Aha, hell yeah [00:08.36]That nıgga burnt out [00:10.36]You remember he came out and told me that shıt man [00:12.97]You turn a dollar to a million [00:15.76]In a trap I look like a chameleon [00:17.61]I don't give a fucc about no nıgga feelings [00:19.57]Got the chopper for the victims [00:21.20]Mumma told me to go kill em' [00:23.00]So I'm in an all black, like I'm John Wick [00:24.88]Open up the trunk, it's a brick and a stick [00:26.88]That's a life sentence, quarter mill on my wrist (damn) [00:28.94]That nıgga burnt out [00:30.38]Burnt out [00:31.18]That nıgga burnt out [00:32.24]On a highway with hundred pounds [00:33.88]That nıgga burnt out [00:35.77]Young nıgga trap out his Mumma's house [00:37.48]That nıgga burnt out [00:39.58]That nıgga burnt out [00:41.07]Burnt out [00:41.59]Damn that nıgga burnt out [00:43.14]Twelve got him in interrogation [00:44.82]But he burnt out he ain't singing [00:46.38]They'll give a young nıgga a life sentence [00:48.41]If they ever find a fuccing banger [00:49.99]He a young nıgga still trapping and banging [00:52.20]Walk around twisting his fingers [00:53.61]But he's still in the kitchen and whipping the pot [00:55.67]Watching the dopǝ look like it Kurt Angles [00:57.29]Hit the pot at every angle [00:58.97]In the kitchen and I’m cookin' Topanga [01:01.09]I don't really fucc with strangers [01:02.65]Never know he could be singing [01:04.37]If you want a hunnid we can arrange it [01:06.58]No refunds so it changes [01:08.17]You can test the dopǝ with your pinky finger [01:10.06]Now he feeling like a Power Ranger [01:11.98]You turn a dollar to a million [01:13.50]In a trap I look like a chameleon [01:15.28]I don't give a fucc about no nıgga feelings [01:17.31]Got the chopper for the victims [01:19.06]Mumma told me to go kill em' [01:20.77]So I'm in an all black, like I'm John Wick [01:22.62]Open up the trunk, it's a brick and a stick [01:24.59]That's a life sentence, caught a mill on my wrist (damn) [01:26.69]That nıgga burnt out [01:28.21]Burnt out [01:28.92]That nıgga burnt out [01:30.18]On a highway with hundred pounds [01:31.63]That nıgga burnt out [01:33.85]Young nıgga trap out his Mumma's house [01:35.29]That nıgga burnt out [01:37.74]That nıgga burnt out [01:38.87]Burnt out [01:39.33]Damn that nıgga burnt out [01:40.91]The nıgga walking with a dirty stick [01:42.39]Burnt out he looking sick [01:44.13]Robbing, finessing everything in sight [01:45.75]That nıgga Debo cause he's taking shıt [01:47.55]Young nıgga fifteen and he with the shıt [01:49.27]His brother just caught a charge for a brick [01:51.14]He sent the little bıtch on a trip [01:52.61]To pick up some shıt from the Mexicans [01:54.98]Momma preaching like a reverend [01:56.40]He a rookie wanna be a veteran [01:58.12]All he wanted was a necklace [01:59.96]And his trap game be excellence [02:01.81]He like the boot of the Hannah Montana [02:03.83]Young nıgga burnt out like I blew out the candles [02:05.71]No ski-mask got a bag but she said fucc the cameras [02:07.55]Walking with a dirty stick long as an antenna [02:09.36]You turn a dollar to a million [02:11.26]In a trap I look like a chameleon [02:13.42]I don't give a fucc about no nıgga feelings [02:15.24]Got the chopper for the victims [02:16.68]Mumma told me to go kill em' [02:18.44]So I'm in all black, like I'm John Wick [02:20.35]Open up the trunk, it's a brick and a stick [02:22.36]That's a life sentence, caught a mill on my wrist (damn) [02:24.40]That nıgga burnt out [02:26.16]Burnt out [02:26.80]That nıgga burnt out [02:27.70]On a highway with hundred pounds [02:29.36]That nıgga burnt out [02:31.25]Young nıgga trap out his Mumma's house [02:33.04]That nıgga burnt out [02:35.10]That nıgga burnt out [02:36.54]Burnt out [02:37.05]Damn that nıgga burnt out [02:40.48]
