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