"ColdConversationsOnBurnerPhones" lyrics

Fresh off the porch, undefeated, it's me
Leave you torn and distressed like Hollister jeans
Fuck you and who supports you, they lying through their teeth
I'ma take 'em to the woods, I'ma show 'em how to eat
I bathe in the smoke, I lay in the leaves
The only reason that these pussies wanna say they don't breathe
Everybody-
And look, if you took in his house, you would've been flat out
They ain't the type to come, maybe just, maybe just
They're for a loop 'bout that motherfuckin' trade code
They're the big deal just tryin' to come, big fo'
And look, if you took in his house, you would've been flat out
They ain't the type to come, maybe just, maybe just
They're for a loop 'bout that motherfuckin' trade code
They're the big deal just tryin' to come, big fo'

Sippin' bourbon, Lex Suburban
Rollin', brought that bitch to burnin'
Chillin', like a clip of murder
Scorchin', how that pistol burn 'em
Bitch it's hard when killers lurkin'
Discussin' only on burners
Repercussions, life or death
Be slicker how you watch your focus
Yo bitch look like she refurbished
Got the new crib fully furnished
Rappers always fallin' off
But SESH ain't never loggin' off, what
Yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh

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