Burn in Hell Lyrics

Make it rain all on your bitch

I ain't talkin to no snitch

I got the dirty thirty clip

Let's make a movie bitch

Xanax with Klonopin that's lethal combinations

Snort a lexapro drippin slow for my lungs depression

I got a lot of problems I got a list of em

But the main one is I can't even function without the drugs

I got a lot of money but I'm still fuckin strugglin

I'm a drug runner depression's what I'm smugglin

Walk up in the spot it smell like spirits down the block

We got the glocks to stop ya top

Quattro cinco on my cock

I sit inside my tomb and rot

What the fuck you fuckin thought

I ain't fuckin with ya thot she a bot and I am not

Any mothafucka wanna try me get an FN to your face

Spentt a racky on an AK just to get it to my place

I can't complain shit is great

Hidin out like castaway

I leave a stain like Wilson face

Then I pop my fuckin brains