
Burned Out Lil Travieso (Ft. Bankbro323)
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[Chorus: Lil Travieso]
Tripping in my hood?
Yeah right, you must be burnt out
Take the wrong turn in the turf, and get burned down
He didn't listen, gunshot's, bet he heard now
Never chase a bitch, on the hood that shit's burned out
Tripping in my hood?
Yeah right, you must be burnt out
Take the wrong turn in the turf, and get burned down
He didn't listen, gunshot's, bet he heard now
Never chase a bitch, on the hood that shit's burned out
[Verse 1: Lil Travieso]
Sharpshooters, when we shooting
Just know, we shooting buckets
Trece in my Glock, empty it and hit at least a dozen
In the Parkside, I'm never lacking, so I'm always clutching
I ain't dropped in a minute, I'm too busy thuging
Everybody in the springs, know just how we coming
Already touched a 50 ball, now I'm chasing to a 100
Rap about gangbanging, getting money, 'cause I've really done it
Still tripping on the opps ese, 'cause it's never 'nun
Black rag .40 on my waist, when I'm out hunting
Buster didn't listen 'till he heard all those Glocks dumping
Now he's rolled in a dutch, where's he's off puffing
Parkside Gang most hated, but ain't never confronted
Lil homies put you 6 feet deep in a dungeon
It's a P thang, it's on my face 'cause I'm really from it
Never switch up over bucks, it's loyalty over money
Tripping in my hood?
Good luck you fucking crash dummy
Tripping in my hood?
Yeah right, you must be burnt out
Take the wrong turn in the turf, and get burned down
He didn't listen, gunshot's, bet he heard now
Never chase a bitch, on the hood that shit's burned out
Tripping in my hood?
Yeah right, you must be burnt out
Take the wrong turn in the turf, and get burned down
He didn't listen, gunshot's, bet he heard now
Never chase a bitch, on the hood that shit's burned out
[Verse 1: Lil Travieso]
Sharpshooters, when we shooting
Just know, we shooting buckets
Trece in my Glock, empty it and hit at least a dozen
In the Parkside, I'm never lacking, so I'm always clutching
I ain't dropped in a minute, I'm too busy thuging
Everybody in the springs, know just how we coming
Already touched a 50 ball, now I'm chasing to a 100
Rap about gangbanging, getting money, 'cause I've really done it
Still tripping on the opps ese, 'cause it's never 'nun
Black rag .40 on my waist, when I'm out hunting
Buster didn't listen 'till he heard all those Glocks dumping
Now he's rolled in a dutch, where's he's off puffing
Parkside Gang most hated, but ain't never confronted
Lil homies put you 6 feet deep in a dungeon
It's a P thang, it's on my face 'cause I'm really from it
Never switch up over bucks, it's loyalty over money
Tripping in my hood?
Good luck you fucking crash dummy
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