I'm rappin', I'm grindin', I'm grindin', I'm rappin'
I'm still on the strip like mothafucka was hatnin'
Gun game great, but I'm good with scrappin'
Up and comin' right up, y 'all niggas just has been
Stay away from plain clothes, put on workin' chains, clothes
Real big from poppy, and make sure them canes go
Comin' for the spread, then you know the leg gon' blow
Flatline a nigga, yeah, homie, you already know
So don't think that I'm slippin' a punch drunk
A type of attitude'll get your whole damn game slump
It's Burr Gang till the sun fall
Salute to the homies, bank, boogie, and ball
And I'm still down to let it loose
Go against the grain, I let the bullets stain your goose
And ain't no dead in the beach, and when it's B for BG
Ain't no Marvin on the streets, I'm
I don't murder yet, if I never heard of yet
I ain't scared of that, no
All my niggas is prepared to bust, bust
It's Burr Gang, all my niggas drive the fire
All my niggas ride the high, and all my niggas ride the fire
Dick and them brothers got what's the same color
Burr Gang, niggas don't love us, the pigs won't cuff us
Bitches won't fuck us, head ain't a club
Then my niggas don't clout us, just a nigga get fucked
Twisted, well can't you tell we menaceous
Fuck bitches over tall terraces
Yellow, cold beverages, quenching our thirst
Thirsty, fully loaded, metal clips, ready for work
We clocking niggas out, we put it in at all times
I'm fresh off the stove, hitting the hood with long dimes
Bites the Hollywood from my hood, small prime
You'll catch me in the hood, you might see the Porsche fly
Forty -nine on the lap side of things
Side quarter dime on the smack side of things
He just told a dealer put the racks on the range
Now it's a shame he ain't do a lap in the thing
But Phoenix fell, they snatchin' geeks, feedin' trowels
Tellin' mama somebody's about to keep a child
Won't see you about to take a trip up the G up mount
Keep your head up, don't want to see you down
I ain't hurryin' up, never, never hurryin' up
I ain't spinnin' up, all my niggas hittin' us
This Burr Gang, all my niggas drivin' fast
All my niggas ridin' hot, you know what it is, nigga
And all my niggas ridin' fast
It's balcony bundles, at least that's what the bitches say
You can tell mama mixin' with a sniff of yay
If it was spray, anything in this radius
The bullets even make believers out of atheists
Cakeyness, I'm guessin' I got a sweet tooth
Flood insurance, nigga, my team leak proof
Cause I's directin' them birds when they fly through
Take a one -way street and turn it to a drive -thru
And my crew niggas get it how they live
We all eatin' sloppy, so my niggas wearin' bibs
Bitches don't love us, they wanna mother our kids
Pants turn snatchers, wanna see us doin' bids
Sorry, it's not a chance
When we ball hard with that crane and clubs like bag of Vans
Me go broke, dog, I'll be damned
The name Stack, not Spin, I'ma bag my Vans
I ain't hurryin' up, never, never hurryin' up
I ain't spinnin' up, all my niggas hittin' us
Us, it's bird gang, all my niggas drivin' fine
All my niggas drivin' high, all my niggas drivin' fine