Burnt Out by Tracehoe Lyrics
(Hook)
Fucking with us get a bitch burnt out
Just scored on a pint I was just in a drought
They ain't got no life they gonna die for the clout
Ran through a zip got the bag served out
If I see a opp then ima swerve out
Just dropped ten in the bank account
Send in a dummy just to take it out
(Verse)
Yea, I got a XD on my waistline
I got two hoes in my phone at the same time
I walk out the bank ima make mine
Gotta bitch touching her pussy on facetime
I walk out of saks with a bag
He don't fuck with you boy he gonna fold for a rack
I spend what I get right back
I'm already high I don't know why I opened this pack
I spent half a band on a shirt
I don't give a fuck cause my money is covered in dirt
They wanna know how this shit work
I make a lil bitch do a trick for a perc
Yea, I'm at the spot with sticks
They wanna know how to count up like this
I'm in the stu making hits
He talking that hot we gonna send him a blitz
I just put ten on your head
If you give me them numbers I crack like a egg
I'm fucking this bitch off the bed
In the back of the SRT sipping red
I just rolled a eighth in my blunt
My brother don't care he get sent for a dump
I got the draco in the trunk
Boy you only gonna fuck if the bitch get drunk
Ha
(Hook)
Fucking with us get a bitch burnt out
Just scored on a pint I was just in a drought
They ain't got no life they gonna die for the clout
Ran through a zip got the bag served out
If I see a opp then ima swerve out
Just dropped ten in the bank account
Send in a dummy just to take it out
Fucking with us get a bitch burnt out
Just scored on a pint I was just in a drought
They ain't got no life they gonna die for the clout
Ran through a zip got the bag served out
If I see a opp then ima swerve out
Just dropped ten in the bank account
Send in a dummy just to take it out
(Verse)
Yea, I got a XD on my waistline
I got two hoes in my phone at the same time
I walk out the bank ima make mine
Gotta bitch touching her pussy on facetime
I walk out of saks with a bag
He don't fuck with you boy he gonna fold for a rack
I spend what I get right back
I'm already high I don't know why I opened this pack
I spent half a band on a shirt
I don't give a fuck cause my money is covered in dirt
They wanna know how this shit work
I make a lil bitch do a trick for a perc
Yea, I'm at the spot with sticks
They wanna know how to count up like this
I'm in the stu making hits
He talking that hot we gonna send him a blitz
I just put ten on your head
If you give me them numbers I crack like a egg
I'm fucking this bitch off the bed
In the back of the SRT sipping red
I just rolled a eighth in my blunt
My brother don't care he get sent for a dump
I got the draco in the trunk
Boy you only gonna fuck if the bitch get drunk
Ha
(Hook)
Fucking with us get a bitch burnt out
Just scored on a pint I was just in a drought
They ain't got no life they gonna die for the clout
Ran through a zip got the bag served out
If I see a opp then ima swerve out
Just dropped ten in the bank account
Send in a dummy just to take it out