Burnin' - French Montana, Kevin Gates, Chinx

Yeah, we roll in the Cadillac nigga straight loc’in

Top open everybody holding g’s

Smoking on the Cali weed

We proceed, we burning

We bang like a heart attack niggas ain’t joking

So focused, everybody hate police

Won’t let a nigga roll this weed

We proceed, we burnin'

Call it been there, will spin it niggas all offended

You know I’m 'bout to rape the game like a sex offender

Gonna get it on your own no codependent

Before you back your throne nigga know your limit

Still burning rollin' with the top back three times felon

Forty’s knock is top back

New J’s on Chris Shawn going strong

Your picking stems out your shit then you know its wrong

Gone smoke out the chevy windows half cracked

This the cali love, I blow my last stack

Stealth mode with your bitch told her pass that

Before she drop it on my carpet told her ash that

We burnin, burnin

Yeah, we roll in the Cadillac nigga straight loc’in

Top open everybody holding g’s

Smoking on the Cali weed

We proceed, we burning

We bang like a heart attack niggas ain’t joking

So focused, everybody hate police

Won’t let a nigga roll this weed

We proceed, we burnin'

Fresh up outta court

Rolling up a dank

Diamonds in the paint

Harder than a tank

Why the fuck them niggas have it

Get up on your feet

I’ll be court side braggin'

20 for the seat

Truck up in the hood

Bitch with the sports bra

Feet up on the wood

I could flip a small car

You bald headed skank don’t fuck up my high

Canarys on the gold chain will fuck up your eye

Plenty drink, plenty smoke, plenty niggas

Steady fuckin' with us, niggas choke

Naked bitches takin pictures

I’m gettin throwed weeds official

My wrist glisten, niggas broke (Fucked up)

We burnin

Yeah, we roll in the Cadillac nigga straight loc’in

Top open everybody holding g’s

Smoking on the Cali weed

We proceed, we burning

We bang like a heart attack niggas ain’t joking

So focused, everybody hate police

Won’t let a nigga roll this weed

We proceed, we burnin'

I’m from under of being hated

They know I’m still the greatest

I know some fakers that’s faking, I call 'em imitators

I got a bitch and my mistress is still in patience

And she missing the sick dick and she sick of waiting

But I got sick of waiting

I got a zip of piff that I’ve been puffin lately

I feel like shit is gravey only if i make it out

And if this road lead to a dead end I’mma make a route

I got 'em all down south

They go from making money out of town

To get my own down south

Disrespect in here will get you punched in the lip

We got bricks not the back boy the front of the rim

So a lot of pricks bitches often coming with me

Spread money across the counter never question receipts

I ain’t mean to approach ya

I got my team to scope ya

They took a shop to tangle all to keep my focus

We burning

Yeah, we roll in the Cadillac nigga straight loc’in

Top open everybody holding g’s

Smoking on the Cali weed

We proceed, we burning

We bang like a heart attack niggas ain’t joking

So focused, everybody hate police

Won’t let a nigga roll this weed

We proceed, we burnin'