Текст песни Let It Burn - Nickfs

Let it burn, let it burn,
Gotta let it burn
F.S shit we back again, nigga
Nigga know we back again

Had to let that shit burn up, like bread he knows it's toast
Why the fuck I'm in the Rolls Royce, The Cullinan?
Nah, that's the ghost
Haven't seen you niggas in a minute, not even a fucking post

And if you don't know, this the game and I'm the fucking host
Quiet down, nigga, how you fucking sound
Got a big ass chopper and this bitch will hold a hundred rounds
I'm not the nigga that's gon' let your lame ass go

Cause I'm the nigga that's gon' look you in your eyes when I'm shooting the fucking pole
Why the fuck they tryna play with me, you know I carry my gen 5
Got an Extendo on this bitch, if I hit then everybody dies
They know I can't go for no bitch that's steady hanging out with guys

Cause I'ma tweak out and take out the bitch and both her fucking eyes
Let it burn, nigga
Chopper hit his ass and make his ass squirm, nigga
I'm the teacher, I'ma make these niggas learn, nigga

And I'm the preacher, I'ma make sure that I'm stern, nigga
The grip is very firm, nigga, I see it two ways
Cause you a lame and I'm a goat
But me and my niggas, we sit around the table and do a toast

Cause we talk about the plays and how we move, and that's just how it go
Cause we can't go out sad about no bitch or no fucking hoe
Hallows in the Glock, sipping wock, got me feeling slow
Sliding down the block, hitting tops, then I'm tagging toes

Fucking your hoe, she a bitch, then I'm going goat
I'm toting poles everyday on God, that's the way I know
Bitch giving brain, like she retarded, yeah, she hella slow
White bitches all day on God, yeah, I love the snow

I love killing niggas on God, yeah, I love the fucking cold
I stay with my niggas, never switch, I don't break the code
You my opp, yeah, you fucking fold
30 on the Glock, set it down, now it's on the floor

Sucking dick and fucking niggas, yeah, that's all she know
Flip the page and pull them triggers, yeah, that's all she wrote
Mm-hmm, mm-hmm, mm-hmm, mm-hmm
I leave them open-minded, I got the Glock, had to clear the scene

I love killing niggas swear to God, I'm twitching like a fiend
Yeah, I'm full of rage, when I blow, you can feel the steam
When I'm in her pussy, I make her wet, yeah, she love the cream
I told her, be quiet, cause you tryna make a fucking scene

Blood splattered all over my motherfucking Amiri jeans
Mm-hmm, mm-hmm, mm-hmm, mm-hmm