Lyrics Burn Out - Mo3 Gr33n

I Had
Some beers
Im stum. Ble. Ing
I walk up on ur man
I tell his girl she fine
And then i smack him where he stands

My boys out in the lobby if they aint wit trucks its 4 low
All these girls stay hitting up our dms look like porn yo
My boys asked me for titties
Now i gotta to status diddy
Problem is my name aint big like biggies
But the waste is fitted kinda like i own dennys
Cant sell drugs no more
New plan
Lets hit the rap scene make us some bands
We can
Bump this shit
ldo it wit a plan
Cruisin Round nork hanging out the window yellin ya hear me red man

Ch
All the girls be yelling
Do a burn out
Do a burn out
So we rip it let the tires spin
And doughnut till we swerve out
Thats just what we do here

Stop for a minute now
Let me go ahead and rip it
Maybe if you listen i can get your head to bop for a minute now
I wonder
If these fake moth er fuck ers
Evergonnabeableto
Foll ow my flow wow
Think i lost em already
Thats just so
Typical
People need
Me to flow
Like a zombie on some dro
But i never do seem to listen yo
Whats my type
My boys hit rigs at redlights
I bleed on paper
When write
Before you say yea right
My iphone is cracked
Think about that
Go ahead lil bitch
Just sit in the back
Its time for me to rap moe