Burgers & Fries lyrics

[Intro: Emily Lubitz of Tangerine Kitty]
Dumb ways to die
So many dumb ways to die
Dumb ways to die (Mmm, nah, turn that up, Young Madz)
So many dumb ways to die

[Chorus: S9ine and M4]
Bro dressed in all black, he tryna creep through their block in disguise
I can't pass you the G, I can tell he gon' fold by the look in his eyes
Last time we caught him, he copped it, he a disgrace to his guys
Y-You ain't got no hats, n*gga, you can not hop in this ride
Thought we was playin', LG pop out the cut like surprise
And we put the belt to the Fives
We left them boys traumatised
We caught two opps at once, n*gga, we call them burgers and fries
O got the lo', I got thе G, we 'bout to slide

[Verse 1: M4]
Manny 4z and I stay with a savage, push up on mе, then I'm blastin'
If that V double back, then we packin' em
Mix the Ray with the Queez, I'm a fiend
In the O, yeah, I move like McQueen
Why would I stop for the D's? I can't go back to jail, I'm elite

[Verse 2: Odog]
Like, n*gga, if the Judge give out bail, I'ma flee (n*gga)
Hear that—, it's the sound of the G
When I hop out and back out they—, when I hop out and back out, they freeze
He can run but these bullets go deep
n*gga, and some bullets make 'em deceased
All-black tech when I slide in that V
Better slide or provide if you jackin' my team
[Verse 3: Jay Gelato & Dee Billz]
He can run but these bullets gon' reach him
Matter fact, if we reach, I'ma teach him
He tried to get back, leg shot, bleedin'
Me, Manny, Skee-O, creepin'
Word to mother, on the H, tryna get us a bucket
Bro like, "We at a school", I'm like, "f*ck it"
B-baby .9, like I'll be there to tuck it, n*gga
Tryna talk, had to switch up the fashion
He move crazy, I clap him, let him think that we only on rappin'
4z trappin', bad b*tch snatchin'
See a opp in the party, we crash 'em
We get money no time for relaxin'
Bad b*tch got my card and she maxed it, n*gga (Baow, baow, baow)

[Verse 4: Dee Billz]
sh*t happens, it's 'bout the reaction
I-If he a shooter, we draft him
W-We rob him if that n*gga taxin'
n*gga, O-Dog not tryna pass it, grrah
We got the opps on passive (Word to bro)
n*gga, I do not care 'bout this rap sh*t
Free all the bros locked up for the clappin' (Free all the bros)
Baow, I seen him flip, gymnastics
sh*t get sticky, I came to the 'matic, n*gga
We on the top like a attic (Word to guys), if he flashing, we takin' the Patek
One shot, he hopped like rabbit, grrah, I got a whole lot of habits:
Rappin', trappin', bad b*tch snatchin', n*gga
This campaign is massive, grrah (Baow, baow, baow)
[Chorus: S9ine and M4]
B-Bro dressed in all black, he tryna creep through their block in disguise
I can't pass you the G, I can tell he gon' fold by the look in his eyes
Last time we caught him, he copped it, he a disgrace to his guys
Y-You ain't got no hats, n*gga, you can not hop in this ride
Thought we was playin', LG pop out the cut like surprise
And we put the belt to the Fives
We left them boys traumatised
We caught two opps at once, n*gga, we call them burgers and fries
O got the lo', I got the G, we 'bout to slide