LET IT BURN (feat. Waleed Sawaf)

Slidin in a coupe (Slidin in a coupe) Bitch wheres the roof (Bitch wheres the roof) Body bussin baby (Body bussin baby) Tell me what it do (Tell me what it do) Riding round in a AMG with my name in this bitch Thank god I'm blessed Sliding so fast bitch you Can't see like yo name Stevie I make it easy like my boy KD (Uh) All my bitches are Freaky Nasty Naughty Needy They call me daddy their ass is fatty None of these bitches can make me happy Got tools in my hand like my name is manny Feel trapped in a bubble like that bitch sandy He think she love em Ain't nun forever it was yo turn b now its my turn Bird man Gimme respect Peanut butter seats With them diamonds on my chest Feeling like juice guess I'll never learn let it burn Bitch let it burn I don't gotta rap bout coming from the streets Cuz that shit ain't me I'm bout my cheddar cheese If i eat we all eat Except for yo bitch she can eat my meat Money fallin that's all I need Thick and green like my tree I ain't JB but best believe Mike Tyson bob and weave Flourish like steez We pushin we steppin in Every direction knockin Opps down double O7 Anyone that wants it gets sent up to heaven Sent up to heaven aye You know how we coming Any think I want I'm copping Nigga we popping Fresh fit we rocking Money shit we talking Big Benz we shopping In the studio all day we dropping ay Rolex on my wrist shit bussin 15 grand on my hand nigga I'm flexing Baddies on me, shit is a blessing Business shit you know we addressing F*ck depression nah we in heaven Ah Ah Money maker money flexer Niggas hating on me they put me in pressure You know i love me some danger They call me KD the trend setter I'm like Nike I show you how to do it then I give you a lecture I'm on point I know what I'm doing Way to smart to act like I'm stupid Way to hot my bitch is cubic Way to high to give excuses Way to good to not do music Way to fly to not be artistic Ah Nigga thats hot I'm in a yacht Giving your bitch back shot While stacking up the money nonstop Pop pop pop Choppers on lock We hitting your block Middle fingers to the cops Money i got a lot Old days I never forgot Niggas on shock Out here with the squad Beamer I copped Gucci I copped Loui I copped Rollie I got Yeah nigga I'm on top I been Steph curry with the shot Couple racks on their face Lil hoe just want a taste I put my arms on her waist Then I f*ck her from the back Damn her ass shakes I told her I love her I lied to her face Got what I want I dipped like a race She can't keep up she's doing the chase You know love is not my faith Yea girl it's not just a phase