EB - Burnout Lyrics

I just flipped the birdie to a person looking dirty
Friends in the beginning but now that persons not worthy
Bought a new car with the cash aye look at how I turned out
Bought a new car with the cash and I just wanna burnout

Who you know rap like this?
Looking at tunes in the back of the crib
(Aye)
And I'm on some Astro shit
NSAID cause the beats so sick
(Wait)
Got some more people to show me some love
My girl is an angel she send from above
Get yo weight up and you feeling reel tough
EB and tunes no competing with us
Songs are A+ I ain't talking bout blood
Gone for a minute knockin off rust
We just be turning up having some fun
Out of breath like... this flow is done

We proceeding with an alter ego
In cognitio with a Kia Rio
Buenos dias all my f*cking people
Activation now I'm feeling beastmode
Scouting like eagle in your friends gazebo
We are just burning out y'all look fetal
And uhhhh

My buick pass and rejects the mass like an acrobat ok
Blair my music, people loose it, that's bullshit OLAY
Aye I gotta go get a raise, burning the whip out I guess it's a faze
Please pay the bills and just pray everyday, people are looking at me like I'm strange

I am so sorry for revvin the engine before that grandmother could finish her sentence
And smoke in the air like it's California
Tire marks always cover the pavement
Burnout season you should play it

I just flipped the birdie to a person looking dirty
Friends in the beginning but now that persons not worthy
Bought a new car with the cash aye look at how I turned out
Bought a new car with the cash and I just wanna burnout

Bitch I'm crazy, psycho, spinnin like a cyclone
I'm speedin so fast cause you bitches drive slow
I like to keep my eyes low, high like a kite though
And I still get it all night though

Now I be screaming out what a life
Flow be as smooth as a butter knife
Beats be so flame but hey cold as ice
Cause I kill shit like the poltergeist

Stacking figures, takin pictures, run the game like I'm a track meet gun trigger
Smacking bitches, racking riches, Imma son you like I'm a deadbeat dad figure
Kicking snitches, cuttin witches, causing mass movements like a snap filter
Making twitches, granting wishes, I'm dropping bars in this shit like bob the builder

I screamed f*ck the world and now that bitch is cumming
Drop two diss tracks on a bitch, she running
Spitting so fast on these tracks like I'm f*ckin gunning
And I'm a1 in this shit cause I'm second to nothing

Run up on my boy and I might have to merk you
Tunes and EB, what more do you want fool
I'm killin all these bitches, you can call me Deadpool
I'm a teacher in this shit cause I'm takin y'all to school

Smack these bitches like the father they should have
Now I got a bitch who likes to call me her dad
F*ck all these other hoes cause the one I got bad
But I treat her so good I might go buy her a pad

One last bar before I leave you on a blue ball
Album 2 is coming, I should probably warm y'all
The seasons are changing, but imma skip the fall
And go straight to the winter so I can let that thaw