Burn My Shit by They Hate Change Lyrics
(Andre)
Once upon a time not long ago
Had tapes out the trunk and we still on road
Now you ain’t up on the sound then you must be slow
(Vonne)
I wake up everyday day, Exfolikate
The Gucci Grip say I gotta skate, no Rollie Face
No Codeine drank on my tastebuds, I don’t ride wavs
I just slang 320’s, downloads like weight
(Hook)
Nigga
Burn my shit, burn burn my shit
State to state in the whip, riding round and we getting it nigga
Burn my shit, burn burn my shit
Keep on beating your block, tell em turn my shit up
Burn my shit, burn burn my shit
Nigga burn my shit, burn burn my shit
Nigga burn my shit, burn burn my shit
Keep on beating your block, tell em turn my shit up
(Andre)
S28 when I cut my breaks
Hold up
They fronting then, now we charging rates
I—I can’t complain with Flatland wheels
I chase my thrills
Scuffed up my Air max heel
Coining phrases for dollars so I can front my bills
Box Fade from my barber they say I look like Will
Vonne like chill
My swag ain’t nothing new
This jersey knit you ain’t accustomed to
These jeans they fade from black to blue
(Hook)
Burn my shit, burn burn my shit
State to state in the whip, riding round and we getting it nigga
Burn my shit, burn burn my shit
Keep on beating your block, tell em turn my shit up
Burn my shit, burn burn my shit
Nigga burn my shit, burn burn my shit
Nigga burn my shit, burn burn my shit
Keep on beating your block, tell em turn my shit up
(Vonne)
Fuck Pro shit, I Am’d it
Benchmade switchblade brandished and I ain’t never ran
It’s the Tri-City All Stars, legends in your backyard
Dressage in my closet, Vintage Lo-lo with the tags on
Done come a long way from maxed cards
Never rode Scats, Volkswagens with the Autobahn attachments
Rally on your street like small cars
Spit a classic bar nigga never subpar, who said they wanted war
(Andre)
Black out
Black— Black—Black out everything
Thought I lost my brain but the game done changed
The rules remain the same
Got 10 years on any 80s babies flexing crazy
92’ Lo double colored navy
But thats too sporty though
My Clark boot two tone dipped, bucket hat bent
In my cup, gin I sip
Eno, Double E records I spin
Came a long way from that Upstate kick-door
Now I’m down south, slugged out with my kinfolk
New gun in town, finger wave, get low
ChangeSet Radio
G—G—G—G—Get Lo
Once upon a time not long ago
Had tapes out the trunk and we still on road
Now you ain’t up on the sound then you must be slow
(Vonne)
I wake up everyday day, Exfolikate
The Gucci Grip say I gotta skate, no Rollie Face
No Codeine drank on my tastebuds, I don’t ride wavs
I just slang 320’s, downloads like weight
(Hook)
Nigga
Burn my shit, burn burn my shit
State to state in the whip, riding round and we getting it nigga
Burn my shit, burn burn my shit
Keep on beating your block, tell em turn my shit up
Burn my shit, burn burn my shit
Nigga burn my shit, burn burn my shit
Nigga burn my shit, burn burn my shit
Keep on beating your block, tell em turn my shit up
(Andre)
S28 when I cut my breaks
Hold up
They fronting then, now we charging rates
I—I can’t complain with Flatland wheels
I chase my thrills
Scuffed up my Air max heel
Coining phrases for dollars so I can front my bills
Box Fade from my barber they say I look like Will
Vonne like chill
My swag ain’t nothing new
This jersey knit you ain’t accustomed to
These jeans they fade from black to blue
(Hook)
Burn my shit, burn burn my shit
State to state in the whip, riding round and we getting it nigga
Burn my shit, burn burn my shit
Keep on beating your block, tell em turn my shit up
Burn my shit, burn burn my shit
Nigga burn my shit, burn burn my shit
Nigga burn my shit, burn burn my shit
Keep on beating your block, tell em turn my shit up
(Vonne)
Fuck Pro shit, I Am’d it
Benchmade switchblade brandished and I ain’t never ran
It’s the Tri-City All Stars, legends in your backyard
Dressage in my closet, Vintage Lo-lo with the tags on
Done come a long way from maxed cards
Never rode Scats, Volkswagens with the Autobahn attachments
Rally on your street like small cars
Spit a classic bar nigga never subpar, who said they wanted war
(Andre)
Black out
Black— Black—Black out everything
Thought I lost my brain but the game done changed
The rules remain the same
Got 10 years on any 80s babies flexing crazy
92’ Lo double colored navy
But thats too sporty though
My Clark boot two tone dipped, bucket hat bent
In my cup, gin I sip
Eno, Double E records I spin
Came a long way from that Upstate kick-door
Now I’m down south, slugged out with my kinfolk
New gun in town, finger wave, get low
ChangeSet Radio
G—G—G—G—Get Lo