"Reason To Burn You" lyrics
Drug, drug, drug
What about that?
Dirty sprite, dirty motherfucking drank
Dirty sprite
Dirty sprite, dirty motherfuckin' drank. Shoot first, I don't retaliate
Catch the bitch and she be the bait
Hot box smoke like a flash bang
Buck down on opps, spin up they gang
Scam the white boy, I see his veins
Shooting shit up, better not reach for my chain
Spinning the crowd, better get out that huddle
Green quagen, gotta pour up that bubble
Pussy bitch, you a sucker
Lust on a bitch, but I never love her
Sleep in that hot box, we like some truckers
When using Wi-Fi, I stepped out in grass, and my mag get to dumping
Don't take no liq, that shit gon' fuck up my stomach
When I wake up the next morning
Drip the fuck even though I just signed for a bag I still rock Ralph Lauren Time up, leave him in the shed for good
I'm like a V8, I stay in the hood
Just like your b-day, we blow out your candle
Running laps round a hoe, I'm havin' more stamina
My lil' potna, I give a fuck about bandana
My lil' potna, I give a fuck about your gang
Soon as we break in, I look for your safe, got my bag fillin' up
I can't be on the block, cakin' on the phone, I gotta watch my fuckin' surroundings
Just cause, you shot your gun in the fuckin' sky, that don't mean you fuckin' somethin'
Mag dump tracer rounds in my clip, I be on beat
Watch for the folks, they try to ambush, they try to sneak
Can't even fall asleep in a fuckin' trench, you hear the gunshots dumpin'
Collect the bag, I get my money, pape, slapped across the head, a hundred for an eighth
Can't go for shit, the gun on my waist
Dirty sprite, dirty motherfucking drank
Dirty sprite
Dirty sprite, dirty motherfuckin' drank. Shoot first, I don't retaliate
Catch the bitch and she be the bait
Hot box smoke like a flash bang
Buck down on opps, spin up they gang
Scam the white boy, I see his veins
Shootin shit up, bet not reach for my chain
Spinning the crowd, better get out that huddle
What about that?
Dirty sprite, dirty motherfucking drank
Dirty sprite
Dirty sprite, dirty motherfuckin' drank. Shoot first, I don't retaliate
Catch the bitch and she be the bait
Hot box smoke like a flash bang
Buck down on opps, spin up they gang
Scam the white boy, I see his veins
Shooting shit up, better not reach for my chain
Spinning the crowd, better get out that huddle
Green quagen, gotta pour up that bubble
Pussy bitch, you a sucker
Lust on a bitch, but I never love her
Sleep in that hot box, we like some truckers
When using Wi-Fi, I stepped out in grass, and my mag get to dumping
Don't take no liq, that shit gon' fuck up my stomach
When I wake up the next morning
Drip the fuck even though I just signed for a bag I still rock Ralph Lauren Time up, leave him in the shed for good
I'm like a V8, I stay in the hood
Just like your b-day, we blow out your candle
Running laps round a hoe, I'm havin' more stamina
My lil' potna, I give a fuck about bandana
My lil' potna, I give a fuck about your gang
Soon as we break in, I look for your safe, got my bag fillin' up
I can't be on the block, cakin' on the phone, I gotta watch my fuckin' surroundings
Just cause, you shot your gun in the fuckin' sky, that don't mean you fuckin' somethin'
Mag dump tracer rounds in my clip, I be on beat
Watch for the folks, they try to ambush, they try to sneak
Can't even fall asleep in a fuckin' trench, you hear the gunshots dumpin'
Collect the bag, I get my money, pape, slapped across the head, a hundred for an eighth
Can't go for shit, the gun on my waist
Dirty sprite, dirty motherfucking drank
Dirty sprite
Dirty sprite, dirty motherfuckin' drank. Shoot first, I don't retaliate
Catch the bitch and she be the bait
Hot box smoke like a flash bang
Buck down on opps, spin up they gang
Scam the white boy, I see his veins
Shootin shit up, bet not reach for my chain
Spinning the crowd, better get out that huddle
