Burn Out WHOKILLEDXIX

[Chorus: Yung Skayda]
Burn out
Drop low, burn out, burn out
Crash down, burn out, burn out
Drop low, burn out, burn out
Crash down, burn out, burn out

[Verse 1: Karm The Tool]
Ayy, is that my wallet or my phone?
My bitch [?]
Catch you home alone, MAC don't do apology
I'ma sell the bone 'cause I got bitches all on me
Don't get mad at me, nigga, ask her why she follow me

Big six in this bitch, we niggas you can't fuck with
Glock on my hip, you dummy you outta' luck
Can't stay with the shits, you talk, we cut out your tongue bitch
Automatic weapons we sprayin', it ain't enough

So you posted on your block? (That shit mine now)
So you posted with your bitch? (Yeah, she mine now)
Heard you talkin' all that shit (We've been spyin' out)
Bitch you wouldn't, thats your life (Well it's mine now)

[Chorus: Yung Skayda]
Burn out
Drop low, burn out, burn out
Crash down, burn out, burn out
Drop low, burn out, burn out
Crash down, burn out, burn out
Drop low, burn out, burn out
Crash down, burn out, burn out
Drop low, burn out, burn out
Crash down, burn out, burn out