ฟังเพลงConvertible Burt (Explicit)

Song: Convertible Burt

Artist: Tory Lanez, Kevin Gates

Lyrics: Basobeats, Aidan James Cullen, Orlando Williamson, Chaz Jackson, Kevin Gates & Tory Lanez

Composed: Chaz Jackson & Orlando Tha Great

(Come in)

Hop in that bitch and I go

I cannot stress this bitch no more

Fifty racks came outside from the mall

Still come kick down your door

I don't got no time for no fuck shit

All in the packet, lil' baby gon' bust it

All of my hunnids, they printed out blue

And they new and I knew it as soon as I touched it

Bad joint, hop out the whip

Let a nigga up it, I'ma up out the stick

Say you finna catch me in traffic

My little nigga in the backseat, shoot an opp out the whip

I ain't finna fuck shit, nah, nah, hop in that Scat and that's that

I made her put a whole ten in her bag

Used to talk real crazy to a nigga, but I made her put it back in her track

703, put the dice back down to the ground

But you know a nigga bettin' on me

Broke boy, he ain't got nothin' on me

I hop out the whip, I'm stuntin' on three

Niggas on dick and they hoverin'

I'm poppin' so hard, that bitch let my brother hit

Tropical water on me like I'm Fiji

I used to set that shit up on a PG

I know the scammers, the trappers, the killers

Tryna cop baby Pampers and some pillows

I'm with the Ace, smokin' gorilla

You see my jacket? This shit chinchilla

I just got back on road, now I'm iced up

Like I just got fifty outta DR

Sendin' you fuck boys to the ER

They say nobody poppin', bitch, well we are

Bitch, I might land in the strip in Miami

My bitch is gon' fuck me and never gon' dump me

Right out the dealer, I'm sendin' these pi*****

Girl, and I know that they never gon' touch me

Bitch is go-happy, go-lucky

All of my niggas, they don't care, stand with no ducky

All of my rap friends, don't y'all come around shinin' that ice, my man might buck ya

Now that I'm all independent, I'm out of my label

I promise I play about nothin'

Ain't got no label restrictions or politics

Niggas, they talk and they play, I'ma bust it, ayy

Like how I jugg and I stick it, though

I got that green on my body like Piccolo

She wanna fuck with a gigolo

I'm hittin' these hoes, 'bout to deuce like Bigalow, ayy

Granite, I came out the dirt

Door on the Aventador slanted, I came out, I skrrt

Nigga, don't play on my turf

Play with this choppa, I bet this shit rain on your Earth

You want a wifey? You said that you'll give her your worth

I hit that shit, it was dirt

Then I slid off in a 'vert

Felt like Convertible Burt, ayy, uh, Tory

Air Force 1s, NFL trainin'

In the game with an NFL trainer

Movin' pail, tracker on a trailblazer

Caught a sale, what a major bill changer

I'm in the lead in a league of my own

Supplyin' the peace, get a piece of me gone

I'm in the streets and they ringin' my phone (Hello?)

Surprisin' to me, I can't leave it alone

I'm in a sports car

Roll down the window and then I unfasten her sports bra

Don't tell me you love her

Permanent stain in the streets, I got love scars

A big handful of mushrooms, I take some and recharge

Iced out, slid the clip in the stainless

Lifestyle of the rich and the famous

Close quarters in the whip with a gangster

Pipe down up in here 'fore I spank you

Pull up, park around the bend

I walk down, never slid (Uh-uh), yeah

I got power, no pretend, yeah

Only cowards like to spin, yeah (Yeah)

Barbershop, we for real, yeah

Grip the clippers, split a wig, yeah

Caught a clip, you're in a wheelchair

We go to war this time

Put it on party time

Turnin' your party down

And I'ma walk 'em round

Know I'm a God now