FLAMETHROWER lyrics

RJ on the beat, mama do that sh*t

[Chorus: Chris King]
Burn it, burn it, burn it, burn it
All a that money we burn it
Roll up that fire and burn it
Burn it, burn it, burn it, burn it
All a that money we burn it
You want respect you gotta earn it
Burn it, burn it, burn it, burn it
All a that money we burn it
Roll up that fire and burn it
Burn it, burn it, burn it, burn it
All a that money we burn it
You want respect you gotta earn it

[Verse 1: Chris King]
Taught you n*ggas till I heard the choppas blazing
Through the death inside my furnace quicker
Ammunition tearing in my furniture
Hit em and then she fall backwards
I got a man twisted
Said she freaky for King if I know she gon lick it
I cover that lean and I cover that liquor
I’m on Instagram like what’s up with these n*ggas
Bustin down their way for a couple a b*tches
We do anything for a double trap, aye
Then I go to n*gga I had to double back, aye
Two bad b*tches gotta huddle up, aye
And if they rush me it’s all black on the play
Duty [?] smoke it can shatter shell cases
n*ggas move out like a pimp and a racing
Look in the mirror like I gotta pay
Angie went in right after Rockay
[Chorus: Chris King]
Burn it, burn it, burn it, burn it
All a that money we burn it
Roll up that fire and burn it
Burn it, burn it, burn it, burn it
All a that money we burn it
You want respect you gotta earn it
Burn it, burn it, burn it, burn it
All a that money we burn it
Roll up that fire and burn it
Burn it, burn it, burn it, burn it
All a that money we burn it
You want respect you gotta earn it

[Verse 2: Maxo Kream]
Maxo, Maxo
Maxo, Maxo
Break it down, weigh it up
Sit it up, set it off aye
Rollie on my wrist get bust down
Run through the grass like a touchdown
Burn it, burn it
Young n*gga keep heat no furnace
Bliss in the trap for the quarterback sack
Fifty in her tit cause she make me rack
I could never pass on those kids backpack
Thirty on the gap boom rat tat tat
Laptop Mac selling Microsoft
A b*tch got a gat like Laura Croft
Bulletproof that’s so Young Dolph
Walk cross hip that’s all my cough
[Chorus: Chris King]
Burn it, burn it, burn it, burn it
All a that money we burn it
Roll up that fire and burn it
Burn it, burn it, burn it, burn it
All a that money we burn it
You want respect you gotta earn it
Burn it, burn it, burn it, burn it
All a that money we burn it
Roll up that fire and burn it
Burn it, burn it, burn it, burn it
All a that money we burn it
You want respect you gotta earn it

[Verse 3: Khalil]
It’s that Teflon
I don’t want the motherf*cking plank if you ain’t got a sale though
Might as well burn it
These n*ggas running my stop like they ain’t gotta earn it
Uh I don’t get my hands dirty
Take that b*tch straight to the crib and I opened her up like a server
My di*k she ain’t really deserve it hop in the motherf*cking thirty
Ain’t talking unless I’m bodied, lil b*tch you better have body
f*ck around gon get left in the lobby
n*gga uh, I pop purps and I pop Xans and Molly
Uh, all these cash I earned it
n*gga f*ck you and your momma
[Chorus: Chris King]
Burn it, burn it, burn it, burn it
All a that money we burn it
Roll up that fire and burn it
Burn it, burn it, burn it, burn it
All a that money we burn it
You want respect you gotta earn it
Burn it, burn it, burn it, burn it
All a that money we burn it
Roll up that fire and burn it
Burn it, burn it, burn it, burn it
All a that money we burn it
You want respect you gotta earn it