lirik lagu burna bandz - 4 seasons
4 seasons lyrics
[intro: burna bandz]
you know the grind, you can’t cheat it
that’s why i trap for four seasons
demons in the demon
glock~19 leave you leakin’
all this ice on me but i ain’t freezin’
yeah i’ma let ’em have it
shooters matchin’ gucci bandanas
f~ck around and do it on the camera
like, look at all these bands i done ran up
made the trap snow like santa
even when i’m leanin’ on the scanna n~gga
[verse 1: burna bandz]
this a trackhawk, not no camaro (srt)
she say burna i ain’t tryna share you
f~ck her friend now she say i’m a player
ballin’ hard, some’ like tatum
all these extended magazinеs, i ain’t talkin’ bout the fader
trappin’ out the buildin’ and i’m sеrvin’ all the neighbors
and you know by any means, man, i gotta get this paper
bad b~tch came through slayin’ so you know i had to slay her
she ain’t suckin’ d~ck then i’ll holla at you later
don’t come to my block, them youngins givin’ out tapers
got 50 bands just to ice out the [?]
watchin’ ozzies diamonds hit like joe frazier
we made em viral, put ’em on the front page, yeah
[verse 2: drego]
man, boy, uh
put you on the news
i can’t lie lil’ bro, can’t even share a deuce
got some top shop for you, it’ll take a two
got this hotrod for you, better be breakin’ news
n~ggas snooze, play the fool, knock him out his shoes
this sh~t brazy how i turn all of the greater blues
my shoelaces say “shoelaces,” this off~white boo
it’s kinda brazy c’ause my bag kinda off~white too
we don’t play it by the rules, n~gga, we gon make ’em, we gon break ’em
hit him, shake him, right now they impatient
n~ggas talk sh~t, that’s the type of sh~t that turn me up and get ’em offed quick
gotta chill down on em percs, they be havin’ me nauseous
i’m the sh~t, how the f~ck this ar grow some tits? send a blitz
feds tryna sneak a picture so i’m fresh as sh~t
i can buy a n~gga bag and i can buy his b~tch
[verse 3: burna bandz]
i can buy a n~gga bag and i can buy his b~tch
i can buy a n~gga top and i can buy a brick
rolls~royce cullinan, five~percent tint
like donatello, my young n~ggas play with sticks
[?] turn his ass fifth
money on your head, you know we gon bring that cash in
racks in, she gon’ shake that ass for that backend
all these borden’s plastic, elastic, can’t fit
bando boomin’, can’t get a chance to eat, sleep, sh~t
water on my wrist, b~tch say it get her seasick
crodie finger itch, he don’t really need a reason
we deep in the club and you know we brought the heat in
and it’s in his sleeve just in case these n~ggas schemin’
i got on palm angels but i’m hoppin’ in the demon
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