Burger Lyrics

Yep, fuck it

Ugh

Yeah we pullin' up your block

I see that boy

I'mma get him

I'm the burger on the menu

You're a small fry

We just pulled up on the block

Shot the wrong guy

Got him lying on the ground

Made his mom cry

Got her on her hands and knees

Asking God why

Stupid bitch

Took a bullet right in his face

Should've ducked

Now his head is fucking displaced

Took a bite

Like a burger need a milkshake

Got some fries on the side

Better say grace

I'm the burger on the menu

You're a small fry

We just pulled up on the block

Shot the wrong guy

Thought we all had saw an op

Had to drive by

But it really wasn't him

And that boy died

Got a head shot

Said the lead's hot

Now we driving eighty eight

From the damn cops

Shot a civie in the city

Near the Pet Smart

Now we running from the pigs

With no head start

I'm the burger on the menu

You're a small fry

We just pulled up on the block

Shot the wrong guy

Forty fives in the sky

And the tech nines

Throwing shells out the car

Like some land mines

Motherfucker should of ducked

Now he's dead in a trunk

Put his face on a shirt

That I'll sell for ten bucks

Thought that boy was an op

So we started to pop

But he's not who we thought

Just some white dude named Scott man

I'm the burger, I'm the burger

I'm the burger, You're the fry

I'm the burger, I'm the burger

I'm the burger, I'm the burger

I'm the burger, I'm the burger

You're the fry

I'm the burger on the menu

You're a small fry

We just pulled up on the block

Shot the wrong guy

Talking ten witnesses

Saw that boy die

I ain't makin' no excuses

But we all high

What a waste, a disgrace

Bake his mama a cake

Put that boy in a box

Keep it closed for his face

Split in half with a shell

Bitch we goin' to hell

But you know I cant stop

I got shipments to sell

I'm the burger

The Whopper

The Big Mac

The cheese

Said I'm stacking my cheddar

And counting my keys

Yeah I'm driving around

With the strapped always tucked

If you wanna start beef

I got plenty to chuck

I'm the burger on the menu

You're a small fry

We just pulled up on the block

Shot the wrong guy

Got him lying on the ground

Made his mom cry

Got her on her hands and knees

Asking God why

God why God why

God why God why

I'm the burger, I'm the burger

I'm the burger, You're the fry