BURGUNDY Lyrics

Bury me in burgundy

Say a sermon for currency I never got to spend

Bend bitches that I been with

Murder me a virgin so I don't go up alone

Chrome wheels on the carriage

Might be heaven could be Paris

I be high

Eyes all dead highball glass

Drywall red whitewashed cash

Just call me Tom Sawyer

Staying in some trouble

Got a bomb lawyer

Bombshells lost inside the foyer or whatever

Call my boys up make a record

Gotta jettison the rest of em

I ain't even fucking heard of debt collectors

Nigga

Awful with the spits

Call it quits

I'm off the shits

Hopping bitches like they dressed in checkers or something

I'm puffing tough inside the function

Got a DUI in the gundam

But I'm chilling cuz I stole it

Black Cash at the pulpit

Show up and the show stop

All this red at the spot? Motherfucker we Pol Pot

Shit bruh

Bury me in burgundy

Early in the morning crack of dawn

I want the fucking birds yawning

Pallbearers still high from last night

And make sure that they cash right my nigga

Bury me in burgundy

Say a sermon for the currency I never got to spend

Bury me in burgundy

I'm making money off of rabies

You foaming at the mouth I need a check

I'm making money off of rabies

Fang Gang coming for your neck

I'm making money off of rabies

You foaming at the mouth I need a check

I'm making money off of rabies

Fang Gang coming for your neck

Shit bruh

Bury me in burgundy

Early in the morning crack of dawn

I want the fucking birds yawning

Pallbearers still high from last night

And make sure that they cash right my nigga

Bury me in burgundy

Bury me in burgundy

Fang Gang coming for your neck