Burgundy by Burgundy Boys Lyrics
[Chorus]
All y'all buggin' on some burgundy type shit
All y'all sayin' things and prayin' on my downfall
I remember when I was a little kid
All these haters thought I wouldn't make it so far, but
Now you've seen me. And the
Truth is more than you can believe
Now you've seen me
All y'all doubtin' on this prodigy
[Verse 1]
They be talkin' all that shit
They be tellin' me to quit
Playin' mind games with me
Don't fuck with me
Pulling the trigger, hatin' on me, y'all
Hatin' ass ninjas, wearin' Hilfiger
Hourglass figure, rappin' like this and you
Callin' me jigga, countin' the liquor
Stickin' to me like you stickin' these stickers
I am the one, the almighty figure
Hang out with [?], I am the greatest
No one rap quicker
You be pullin' up, with that stupid shit. (Dummy!)
Sayin' you was quirky trendy, you should quit
Always actin' fake for the gram, just admit
I'm tired of y'all bitches, now I'm out this shit. (See ya!)
[Chorus]
All y'all buggin' on some burgundy type shit
All y'all sayin' shit and prayin' on my downfall
I remember when I was a little kid
All these haters thought I wouldn't make it so far, but
Now you've seen me. (Seen me) And the
Truth is more than you can
Believe. (More than you can believe)
Now you've seen me. (Seen me)
All y'all doubtin' on this prodigy
[Verse 2]
Droppin' bars like I'm doof, it's a target. (Ooo)
Your bitch's pussy laissez-faire, open market. (Yum)
Drinkin' Henny with your mom, ima start shit
Pull up in the Maserati, that's a car shift. (Skrt)
Makin' YouTube videos like I'm Swedish, ay
Dick 5 inches like my AP score, that's a thesis
Peanut butter chocolate cookies, like I'm Reese's
Putting babies inside your girl, that's a fetus
[Bridge]
Now, you seen me. And the
Truth is more than you can
Believe
Now, you seen me. Man y'all hatin' on this prodigy
[Outro]
All y'all buggin' on some burgundy type shit. (Type shit)
All y'all sayin' shit and prayin' on my downfall
I remember when I disappointed my momma. (Let down)
Now we in the back, countin' up them commas. (Racks)
All y'all buggin' on some burgundy type shit
I don't care what y'all say, not a little bit. (I don't care)
Always hatin' man, I don't give a shit
Cross 'em up, yeah, make these ninjas sit. (Sit down)
All y'all buggin' on some burgundy type shit
All y'all sayin' things and prayin' on my downfall
I remember when I was a little kid
All these haters thought I wouldn't make it so far, but
Now you've seen me. And the
Truth is more than you can believe
Now you've seen me
All y'all doubtin' on this prodigy
[Verse 1]
They be talkin' all that shit
They be tellin' me to quit
Playin' mind games with me
Don't fuck with me
Pulling the trigger, hatin' on me, y'all
Hatin' ass ninjas, wearin' Hilfiger
Hourglass figure, rappin' like this and you
Callin' me jigga, countin' the liquor
Stickin' to me like you stickin' these stickers
I am the one, the almighty figure
Hang out with [?], I am the greatest
No one rap quicker
You be pullin' up, with that stupid shit. (Dummy!)
Sayin' you was quirky trendy, you should quit
Always actin' fake for the gram, just admit
I'm tired of y'all bitches, now I'm out this shit. (See ya!)
[Chorus]
All y'all buggin' on some burgundy type shit
All y'all sayin' shit and prayin' on my downfall
I remember when I was a little kid
All these haters thought I wouldn't make it so far, but
Now you've seen me. (Seen me) And the
Truth is more than you can
Believe. (More than you can believe)
Now you've seen me. (Seen me)
All y'all doubtin' on this prodigy
[Verse 2]
Droppin' bars like I'm doof, it's a target. (Ooo)
Your bitch's pussy laissez-faire, open market. (Yum)
Drinkin' Henny with your mom, ima start shit
Pull up in the Maserati, that's a car shift. (Skrt)
Makin' YouTube videos like I'm Swedish, ay
Dick 5 inches like my AP score, that's a thesis
Peanut butter chocolate cookies, like I'm Reese's
Putting babies inside your girl, that's a fetus
[Bridge]
Now, you seen me. And the
Truth is more than you can
Believe
Now, you seen me. Man y'all hatin' on this prodigy
[Outro]
All y'all buggin' on some burgundy type shit. (Type shit)
All y'all sayin' shit and prayin' on my downfall
I remember when I disappointed my momma. (Let down)
Now we in the back, countin' up them commas. (Racks)
All y'all buggin' on some burgundy type shit
I don't care what y'all say, not a little bit. (I don't care)
Always hatin' man, I don't give a shit
Cross 'em up, yeah, make these ninjas sit. (Sit down)