Burnout

[Domani] [Chorus]
Yeah, I'm packing them all in a SUV
Too many questions you messy, stop texting me
N***a you drunk ion know you stop touching me
2 on the dash I don’t plan on you catching me, Burnout
Been out the house ain't seen sun up or sun down
My cuz from the trenches he ride with his gun out
Swear that he throwed this the life that he know
He'll shoot up the club and he’ll stay when they run out like
N***as get shot everyday
Oh I'm good in Atlanta, I'm good in LA
See you throw up your hood
Well I throw up my paper
You know when you made it when you'n know your neighbors
I don't wanna date ya, I just wanna taste ya
You fine and you ride it like horse in a stable
Goddamn block up the road, got the city locked down
Dropping my top and I'm feeling myself

[Domani] [Verse 1]
Feeling myself as a youngin
He quiet he wildin that boy up to something
Got one in the room if they knock on the door
Ima tell her be quiet and tell em “I'm coming”
Nah, we ain't exchanging no numbers
Be damned if a girl have me changing my number
Her face in the pillow, lip stain in the cover
Hell nah ion love her she swang to my brother fasho
I done seen paper real paper, that jewelry don’t phase me
Show me 100 acres or more, Auntie said God was gone save me
I looked at my savings bet Satin won’t mess with a boss
Yeah pull up to the loft yeah
She say she a stripper in Dallas she fine so that balance it off yeah
[Chorus]
Yeah, I'm packing them all in a SUV
Too many questions you messy, stop texting me
N***a you drunk ion know you stop touching me
2 on the dash I don’t plan on you catching me, Burnout
Been out the house ain't seen sun up or sun down
My cuz from the trenches he ride with his gun out
Swear that he throwed this the life that he know
He'll shoot up the club and he'll stay when they run out like
N***as get shot everyday
Oh I’m good in Atlanta, I'm good in LA
See you throw up your hood
Well I throw up my paper
You know when you made it when you'n know your neighbors
I don't wanna date ya, I just wanna taste ya
You fine and you ride it like horse in a stable
Goddamn block up the road, got the city locked down
Dropping my top and I'm feeling myself

[Shad Da God] [Verse 2]
GOD, Po ya some Casamigos or Patron
On God, I'm known to get to bussin wit that AP on
I two tone my bankroll its blue and its pink
Put the Bentley on skates and the streets be the rink
Put this pimpin in ya cup too much can't drink
Got a new big Ruger n***a betta not blink
Got the spot on the stove plus i'm working with the sink
Ima M F Pimp but ain stepping in the mink
Its too much action for the boy to be tender
Right now I got two of these chicks in a blender
Blender, I grew up leaning on Benz fenders
All of em claiming they Mafia lately
But she wanna mess wit a real member on God
I'm packing them all in a SUV
Too many questions you messy, stop texting me
N***a you drunk ion know you stop touching me
2 on the dash I don't plan on you catching me, Burnout
Been out the house ain't seen sun up or sun down
My cuz from the trenches he ride with his gun out
Swear that he throwed this the life that he know
He'll shoot up the club and he'll stay when they run out like