Burnt Fingers Lyrics

Yeah, yeah
Yeah, So
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, So, so
Nigga, yeah, yeah
Aye, aye

They know that's it's Dolla
Reportin' from top of the mountain
Know that I'm scoutin' whores
Plannin' on countin' more
Big racks, click clack
Get back if you plannin' on hoppin' out
Gotta grab money, I bought a new choppa, how
Made it up out the town
Still makin' shit that'll make you light coppers down
So I'm like, yeah, new .40, new clip
New shorty suck dick
If the hoe gon' trip, then I'm switchin' my bitch
In another nigga trap, and I'm gon' hit licks
If I'm needin' a brick, if I'm needin' a fix
Yeah they know I'm a fiend, leanin' like triple beams
You can't fuck wit' my team, yeah we on it like bulls-eyes
Found loot, sittin' poolside, know they pay me to be here
They know I'm important, everything I'm recording
Swear [?] movies [?], I'm living a film
Al Pacino forreal, move around with the steel
Fuck around you get killed, fuck around pop a pill
Catch a case, get appeal, pussy

Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Yeah
I see hoes in the spot
Pullin' up in the drop
That shit ain't hard, shit is pop
Running down on the opp
Shooting down every cop
Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Yeah
I see hoes in the spot
Pullin' up in the drop
That shit ain't hard, shit is pop
Running down on the opp
Shooting down every cop
Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Yeah
I see hoes in the spot
Pullin' up in the drop
That shit ain't hard, shit is pop
Running down on the opp
Shooting down every cop
Yeah, Yea-