Burning (feat. M Huncho & Dutchavelli)

Quincy Tellem

Free smoke, got the city all burning

Still feels like my opps ain't learning

Trigger on the dots, too sensitive

Told bro, take your time when you're turning (yeah)

Trap game fully on furnished

24 hours and they're looking refurbished

Nothin' ain't changed but your home address

Still make a sweet one, put the wap in a Birkin (trust)

Don't care if that chick can't dance

Tryna make sure that the phone line twerking

See how they wanna ride this wave

Didn't see their face when I'm sofa surfing (nope)

If this music ting don't work

There's one thing that I know for certain, I'm in the trap

I keep on serving (yeah)

Serving on serving, I served up Martin, now he's on a flying carpet

Walked in on Martin piping his arm in the morning, moving lethargic

Wonder where he is right now, man, I hope that brudda didn't OD

You know you got that special bond always with a certain fiend

Went from the pit of hell

Who would've thought we'll be doing up mosh pits (gang)

My brother still lock it, stock it

Buy it, sell it, cook it and rock it (whip)

Bro still cook it and rock it, only a boss could cover these losses

28K when I bought this Cuban

The Rollie ain't bust down, then I don't want it (facts)

It's Dutch for the fifth but I still take trips to The Tropics

Got your bitch in a foreign whip

She gon' pull down the zipper, tell her to slop it

Pocket watchin', brothers mad, they must have lost it, whoa

I just made a ticket, I'm still, I'm still counting dough

I was on the prison phone to bro

I don't know when they'll let me go

I told bro, "Put the thing in sport, I can see the feds coming close"

Burnt my Giuseppe's, I no longer wear my True Religions (no, I don't)

Had to get me a safety deposit (facts)

All these stacks, they won't fit in my denims (trust)

All these racks, they don't fit in the closet (nope)

Money long, I don't think, I just cop it (yeah)

And if KD with me, then he's got it

Burn a spliff, hit the moon in my rocket

And I put like 10,000 on jeans (ten)

But these stacks still don't fit in my pocket

And I built me a money machine

My hands really hurt when I'm counting

And I started with pennies and dreams

I woke up from all of the nightmares

So I'm goin' all out for the team

I'm goin' all out for the team

I'm goin' all out for the team (yeah)

Fell in love with the money machine (facts)

Only right I run up on the plug (trust)

He came up off of robbery Ps

Beatfreakz when I tell him to freeze (freeze)

I don't wanna get blood on my jeans (jeans)

Tell my mum that I love her to pieces (I love her)

If I die, give my dough to my nephews and nieces, it's 'velli

Pocket watchin', brothers mad, they must have lost it, whoa

I just made a ticket, I'm still, I'm still counting dough

I was on the prison phone to bro

I don't know when they'll let me go

I told bro, "Put the thing in sport, I can see the feds coming close"