[Intro: Hollywood]
Yeah
Burn One
What is it?
[Verse 1: Hollywood]
Aye
I think it's time to put it in they face
Heart like Hitler, swag like Mace
For this cheese I'll put your rat in this maze
Y'all wasn't outside, y'all was playin' games
You cross the wrong wave and it's the price you pay
I'll fuck yo bitch and put it out, Ray J
And drop bombs on that bitch, Kay Slay
Coupe outside, old man gray
Stompin' hard in my red bottoms
Lift my feet up, letchu' know I got 'em
I'm not highsidin', just a hood product
That was put in a column for a nigga to hit rock bottom
Up in the way, you can't catch whatchu watchin', nigga
I guess y'all was listenin', we was talkin', nigga
Aye, yo, B, I'll break that bitch faster than you can cough, nigga
Michael Jackson spin, sip the juice and moon walk, nigga
[Verse 2: Berner]
Garlic noodles, butterfly shrimp
House in Marin, Twenty-grand rim
Just seen my face on the Vegas strip (I did)
On the billboard for weed, damn, life's a trip
Non-stop workin' got my chest hurtin'
Out in Hollywood just networkin' (Hello)
Rose gold watch, whole shit flooded (Bust out)
And you can get it here, I won't ship nothin' (Fuck nah)
Seen it all, crooked cops too
New J's dropped, yeah, I had to cop two
Grab the Benz-o, yeah, I want the drop too (I need a drop)
Now, my girl's talkin' shit, she wanna shop too (She would)
City boys, we be real rich men
The weed in the jar will make you feel different (Got me high)
People talkin' shit, yeah, they still trippin' (Why though?)
I feel like Sauce Walka, yeah, I'm still drippin'
Yeah
Burn One
What is it?
[Verse 1: Hollywood]
Aye
I think it's time to put it in they face
Heart like Hitler, swag like Mace
For this cheese I'll put your rat in this maze
Y'all wasn't outside, y'all was playin' games
You cross the wrong wave and it's the price you pay
I'll fuck yo bitch and put it out, Ray J
And drop bombs on that bitch, Kay Slay
Coupe outside, old man gray
Stompin' hard in my red bottoms
Lift my feet up, letchu' know I got 'em
I'm not highsidin', just a hood product
That was put in a column for a nigga to hit rock bottom
Up in the way, you can't catch whatchu watchin', nigga
I guess y'all was listenin', we was talkin', nigga
Aye, yo, B, I'll break that bitch faster than you can cough, nigga
Michael Jackson spin, sip the juice and moon walk, nigga
[Verse 2: Berner]
Garlic noodles, butterfly shrimp
House in Marin, Twenty-grand rim
Just seen my face on the Vegas strip (I did)
On the billboard for weed, damn, life's a trip
Non-stop workin' got my chest hurtin'
Out in Hollywood just networkin' (Hello)
Rose gold watch, whole shit flooded (Bust out)
And you can get it here, I won't ship nothin' (Fuck nah)
Seen it all, crooked cops too
New J's dropped, yeah, I had to cop two
Grab the Benz-o, yeah, I want the drop too (I need a drop)
Now, my girl's talkin' shit, she wanna shop too (She would)
City boys, we be real rich men
The weed in the jar will make you feel different (Got me high)
People talkin' shit, yeah, they still trippin' (Why though?)
I feel like Sauce Walka, yeah, I'm still drippin'
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