BURNER CELLY!! Lyrics

I walk up in the party

It get hot and heavy

Hold it steady

Cause I'm finna get u sauced up like spaghetti (Marinaraaaa)

And my chain is gold

Yeah it's on Martinellis

Heard you need a pound

Well you can hit me on my burner celly (Brr brr)

(They aint ready burner celly)

I walk up in the party

It get hot and heavy

Hold it steady

Cause I'm finna get you sauced up like spaghetti (Marinaraaaa)

And my chain is gold

Yeah it's on Martinellis

Heard you need a pound

Well you can hit me on my burner celly (Brr brr)

I got white air forces ones

You can call me nelly hoe

My baby mama Nubian

My aura It's on shango tho

Grams of 93

Prices rising

Gas like Texaco

Dro no Mexiko

(Burr)

Neck and wrist

Eskimo

(Freeze)

That's on inuit

Niggas mean

Militant (Poo poo poo)

Semi tucked

The whole gang handicapped

Cuz we all walk with limps

Your narrative we call it lids

Why?

Lotta cap in it

Why you bragging in the streets

When we know that your trap on shrimp?

Pay for that tuition if that pussy is immaculate

I get the pack

I'm stashin it

Your pack

Yeah you John Madden it

Sippin

Wock

Bitch

Smoking weed

Cleaning hollow tips

I know niggas trappin on a college football scholarship (Wait what?)

I walk up in the party in the party it get

Hot and heavy

Hold it steady

Cause I'm finna get u sauced up like spaghetti (Marinaraaaa)

And my chain is gold

Yeah it's on Martinellis

Heard you need a pound

Well you can hit me on my Burner celly (Brr brr)

JP said we getting

Litty at the telly

Sipping topo chico

I got German chocolate in my belly

(I got ghirardelli)

And my bread

Is thick as skippy peanut butter bitch

So when they see me in the streets

They jiffy to get jelly

(They get jelly hoe)

I look like Martin

Sippin Remy

Southside fade done by rotimi (Timcutz) yeah

Y'all ain't fuccin with me

Yeah yeah

Champagne on a plane

Richard Mille