The Burgundy Cycle lyrics

[Intro: Zac Flewids]
In the burgundy cycle this is fundamental
All these bad b*tches tryna clog the mental

[Verse 1: Zac Flewids]
In the burgundy cycle this is fundamental
All these bad b*tches finna clog the mental
Cherry in the mazzi and it's not a rental
She want me to pop her cherry, f*ck the sentimental
This is quintessential, homie straight from the heart
Enter the 40th chamber I'm a tear you apart
I'm a bring the ruckus, she admire the art
She wanna top me off because I’m fly as a dart, aye
I could hit the target
Labels well aware a real one don’t bargain
She begging for the seed shorty planting a garden
But I don’t budge I’m the Rock of Gibraltar, aye
Lemme f*ck on the altar
Follow me to hell I bet the f*cking is hotter, aye
You gotta celibate daughter?
She been tryna go down man you better go stop her

[Verse 2: Kresnt]
Young H flow frozen cold
Mans native cuz he tote them poles
Don't play with your life, not a board game
I'm like a zombie, I need more brain
Pull up in a "motherf*cker what you even call it?"
Looking at my wallet man she thinking I'm a profit
Pull up in a big body
Mr. Wallace
Pretty girls diss now they all gone call us
Dimes, but I got them on they two knees
Malcolm in the middle while they do E
Oooweee
Man they wishing they knew me
And like the old iPhone b*tch i'm 2G
Keep it a hundred you know that we run it
Real one done it
All gone love it
Use to be the don rocking Polo and Vuitton
Flexing, brown girls call me Amir Khan
But it ain't no secret I'm a super star
Working hard
Take you far
Sober boy but i got all the bars
Candy rappers y’all belong in mars
[Hook: Zac Flewids]
In the burgundy cycle this is fundamental
All these bad b*tches tryna clog the mental
In the burgundy cycle this is fundamental
All these bad b*tches tryna clog the mental

[Verse 3: Zac Flewids]
Young god at this
I got the people freaking out up in the parliament
You could never really bone, you cartilage
Look at what i'm getting at the pharmacist
I'm so conflicted
Feed the pain when there is no prescription
The king is real like Solomon in
The final minute
When the set is finished
b*tch sense the business, man I'm a CEO
She tryna see if she could see me grow
Tryna see me flow
b*tch leave me 'lone
Let the 43 go
When they beep my phone
Never, never could you find me with a b*tch who less than ten
I think I'm better than the rest of my city
They peep the the boy with the f*cked up grill
Still tell me that a motherf*cker pretty
[Hook: Zac Flewids]
In the burgundy cycle this is fundamental
All these bad b*tches tryna clog the mental
In the burgundy cycle this is fundamental
All these bad b*tches tryna clog the mental