Burnin'

[Hook: AKON] Yeah we roll in the Cadillac nigga straight loc'in Top open everybody holding g’s Smoking on the Cali weed We proceed, we burning We bang like a heart attack niggas ain’t joking So focused, everybody hate police Won't let a nigga roll this weed We proceed, we burnin'.. [Verse 1: Chinx Drugz] Call it been there, will spin it niggas all offended You know I’m bout to rape the game like a sex offender Gonna get it on your own no co-dependant Before you back your throne nigga know your limit Still burning rollin' with the top back three times felon Forty's knock is top back New J's on Chris Shawn going strong Your picking stems out your shit then you know its wrong Gone smoke out the chevy windows half cracked This the cali love, I blow my last stack Stealth mode with your bitch told her pass that Before she drop it on my carpet told her ash that We burnin, burnin [Hook: AKON] Yeah we roll in the Cadillac nigga straight loc'in Top open everybody holding g’s Smoking on the Cali weed We proceed, we burning We bang like a heart attack niggas ain’t joking So focused, everybody hate police Won't let a nigga roll this weed We proceed, we burnin'.. [Verse 2: French Montana] Fresh up outta court Rolling up a dank Diamonds in the paint Harder than a tank Why the fuck them niggas have it Get up on your feet I’ll be court side braggin' 20 for the seat Truck up in the hood Bitch with the sports bra Feet up on the wood I could flip a small car You bald headed skank don't fuck up my high Canarys on the gold chain will fuck up your eye Plenty drink, plenty smoke, plenty niggas Steady fuckin' with us, niggas choke Naked bitches takin pictures I'm gettin throwed weeds official My wrist glisten, niggas broke (FUUCKED UP) We burnin.. [Hook: AKON] Yeah we roll in the Cadillac nigga straight loc'in Top open everybody holding g’s Smoking on the Cali weed We proceed, we burning We bang like a heart attack niggas ain’t joking So focused, everybody hate police Won't let a nigga roll this weed We proceed, we burnin'.. [Verse 3: Kevin Gates] Im from under..of being hated They know I’m still the greatest I know some fakers that's faking, I call 'em imitators I got a bitch and my mistress is still in patience And she missing the sick dick and she sick of waiting But i got sick of waiting I got a zip of piff that I've been puffin lately I feel like shit is gravey only if i make it out And if this road lead to a dead end I'mma make a route I got 'em all down south They go from making money out of town To get my own down south Disrespect in here will get you punched in the lip We got bricks not the back boy the front of the rim So a lot of pricks bitches often coming with me Spread money across the counter never question receipts I ain’t mean to approach ya I got my team to scope ya They took a shop to tangle all to keep my focus We burning.. [Hook: AKON] Yeah we roll in the Cadillac nigga straight loc'in Top open everybody holding g’s Smoking on the Cali weed We proceed, we burning We bang like a heart attack niggas ain’t joking So focused, everybody hate police Won't let a nigga roll this weed We proceed, we burnin'..