Burnt/f*ck 1x lyrics

[Intro]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, so
Act like you f*cking know, n*gga

[Verse]
No suit, I'm handling business
My weed so loud in public some get offended
Like 2 Chainz said, I'm riding round and I'm getting it
You ain't make not a dollar of this money, b*tch
So you damn sure ain't gon' spend it
I'm in it to win it, there's no second place, taking joints to the face
Took ya b*tch to my place, suck me off for a hour, said I had good taste
Seen the views in the crib, yeah, said she dig where I live
Left the lab around 2, 2:30, yeah, you know ya boy up in her ribs
D-A-DOLLA, young real n*gga, junior in high school a lean sipping pill dealer
Only been a few years since then, couple labels wanna offer me a deal n*gga
Words kinda slurred cause I'm off the cup
Smoking on a joint but they often blunts
Models from the club to the loft to f*ck
And these n*ggas keep saying I ain't talking much
And these n*ggas keep saying I ain't talking much
And a n*gga won't stop rapping 'til I'm lost in bucks
n*ggas keep saying I ain't talking much
I take models from the club to the loft to f*ck
Yeah So, Yeah So
[Hook]
This the part you get turnt up
This the part you get turnt up
This the part you get turnt up
This the part you get turnt up
This the part you get turnt up
This the part you get turnt up
Pop the pill, smoke the blunt
This the part you get turnt up
This the part you get turnt up
This the part you get turnt up
Grab a b*tch, pour your cup
I said this the part you get turnt up
I said this the part you get turnt up
I said this the part you get turnt up
Pop a zip, we don't give a f*ck
I said this the part you get turnt up
I said this the part you get turnt up
I said this the part you get turnt up

[Outro]
Yeah So, Hz n*gga

[f*ck 1x​​]

[Intro]
Yeah So
Hz n*gga
Cause if you ain't know
Dub 12 sh*t
[Verse]
Claiming we homies, they don't even know me
Can't even tell 'em my real name, I treat 'em like the police
You guessed it, Da$H Dillinger, lyrical god
Blows a ounce with the council, my team be the f*cking mob
Couple n*ggas in jail, few n*ggas on bail
A few n*ggas in Hell, my motivation for rapping so well
And my haters in a corner with a dunce cap
While I roll sacks and I count stacks
f*ck a bad b*tch 'til her back break
Minus bullsh*t n*gga life's great
Breaking down this elbow
Blasting T and 101 in my black and white shell toes
And I'm plotting on a million, f*ck how you feeling
Bad b*tch in a convertible, drop the ceiling
When I think I lost my mind, shorty blew it out
You already know what my motherf*cking crew about
Rare crew of dudes, man I bet your f*cking boo could vouch
Free the Bigga, 'til he home I'ma bring the wave my n*gga
Yeah, so

[Outro]
H'z
Eat a di*k if you ain't with it, n*gga