[Chorus: Whispers]
A hundred on the highway, smelling tire smoke
A hundred of them packets, that's the reason why it's low
Fucking up the kitchen till the pot is broke
Whippin up [?] that's a different stroak
Fuck up out your feelings, that's a different flow
Out to get a million, fuck me living broke
Lay a n***a out, you bet he getting smoked
Hit him in the head, bet he [?]
Everytime that I come up, and I leave a n***a burnin
Trigger finger itchin, best believe I have it burnin
[?]
Fuck it, keep it burnin
Fuck it, keep 'em burnin

[Verse 1: Chris Rivers]
Petal to the metal, that's 200 on the dash
Shotty get to snappin, ick a pose, I let it flash
Kelo after kelo, [?]
Package always fresh, I keep that dope inside that conga [?]
I'm out your league, so n***a don't try try try
Or out that egle, when it blows, bye bye bye
[?] action [?] pussy clear the way
[?] never count it, we just chck the weight

[Verse 2: Whispers]
It's petty killings with the smith [?]
[?] I let it wistle [?]
I get you set up, my bitches will do you sweet
They lure you in, blow you down, [?] raiser right in the cheek
89 vibe, 89 9's in your south plug
That's 89 grams [?] mouth slug
The chopper's like Mike from the line, it got the tongue out
Full clip and it's [?] out
[Chorus: Whispers]
A hundred on the highway, smelling tire smoke
A hundred of them packets, that's the reason why it's low
Fucking up the kitchen till the pot is broke
Whippin up [?] that's a different stroak
Fuck up out your feelings, that's a different flow
Out to get a million, fuck me living broke
Lay a n***a out, you bet he getting smoked
Hit him in the head, bet he [?]
Everytime that I come up, and I leave a n***a burnin
Trigger finger itchin, best believe I have it burnin
[?]
Fuck it, keep it burnin
Fuck it, keep 'em burnin

[Verse 3: Sheek Louch]
Hey yo that gunshot, he made it through, but his lung drop
He can't talk the same no more, must of thought he was 2pac
Yelling out that thug life, riding on his dirt bike
Wheely down the wrong block, all he seen was bright light
Cocaine residue, all up in my bloodstream
All I did was bag up, parole like the fuck you mean?
Fuck you seen, wait a minute, how you getting all that green?
Everyday a different bitch, Chanel must be for your queen
So [?], automatics and a couple of [?]
They think it's Isis if they raded, my stash is [?]
Different wages, fans love us in different ages
New money, had to rder some pasport pages
Move like a hobby, I wasn't in the lobby
[?] my ticket stub say [?]
Excuse me Mr. Black Gloves, my hands are blisters
Burn this motherfucker down, for my homie Whispers

[Chorus: Whispers]
A hundred on the highway, smelling tire smoke
A hundred of them packets, that's the reason why it's low
Fucking up the kitchen till the pot is broke
Whippin up [?] that's a different stroak
Fuck up out your feelings, that's a different flow
Out to get a million, fuck me living broke
Lay a n***a out, you bet he getting smoked
Hit him in the head, bet he [?]
Everytime that I come up, and I leave a n***a burnin
Trigger finger itchin, best believe I have it burnin
[?]
Fuck it, keep it burnin
Fuck it, keep 'em burnin