Burner Phone Lyrics
| Song | Burner Phone |
| Artist | Wolf Castle |
| Artist | Talon The Rez Kid Wonder |
| Album | Gold Rush |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Tristan Grant/Talon Simon | |
| 作曲 : Dillon Augustine | |
| You got two phones that's funny I got three | |
| I can feel your vibe I can read the energy | |
| Catch me outside when I'm driving on the street | |
| Got my anchor chain shining and you just a memory | |
| It's just business it's established I'm a diamond with a status | |
| Talking that shit it's madness when I flow I slam it baddest | |
| Broadcasting here's a lesson, don't get caught up on the fences | |
| I remember papa stressing, took a rifle out to mess it | |
| Losing people on my mental seen the evil on my level | |
| Bad weeds bugging straight rezzing I know several | |
| Kept it civil for survival went to school and felt the tidal | |
| I was wilding, wilding, wide array of violence | |
| Left it all behind me, used to that environment | |
| Right then got degrees like lightning | |
| Got a flow to make you take early retirement | |
| All my life I work to live it to its finest | |
| I'm getting dizzy off these bank rolls (woah) | |
| Became a horse without a stable | |
| Sug chain on my neckbone, bro | |
| I can't give a **** got my burner on the table | |
| Burner phone, burner phone oh lord | |
| I take it on the road then I flip it unfold | |
| Call up all the homies cut a deal do a show | |
| Then I crush it in my hand and I throw it in the snow | |
| Burner phone, burner phone oh lord | |
| I take it on the road then I flip it unfold | |
| Haters see me coming and they go oh no | |
| Then I crush 'em in my hand and I throw 'em in the snow | |
| Rez kid from the 06, | |
| I'm the ****in POTUS, | |
| See wit a auntie, | |
| Whipping a Ford Focus, | |
| Supermanic Slow Mo, | |
| Pimpin wit a Go Pro, | |
| Shawty 6 foot 7 but she still could drop it low tho, | |
| Roll up to her crib, | |
| Just hit a lick, | |
| Beat it from the back like a bongo kit, | |
| Y'all gon' get what y'all gon’ get, | |
| I don't sit where y'all gon’ sit, | |
| Got 3 cars with a low low top, | |
| Got no time for a Photoshop, | |
| Heard a gunshot, got a mugshot, | |
| And I turned that shit to a photo op, | |
| I see baby girl in my POV, | |
| But her booty flat like B.O.B., | |
| I'm a real OG, | |
| No P.O. please, | |
| Just call the bros if shit OD’s, dial... | |
| Chief Keef go bang bang, | |
| Swerving out of these damn lames, | |
| Young elder with the back pain, | |
| Bitch you know my crew name, | |
| Bitch you know my zoo name, | |
| That Elsi, that real shit, | |
| Go stupid crazy, get peeled quick, | |
| Tryna make a mill on a field trip, | |
| Burner phone, burner phone oh lord | |
| I take it on the road then I flip it unfold | |
| Call up all the homies cut a deal do a show | |
| Then I crush it in my hand and I throw it in the snow | |
| Burner phone, burner phone oh lord | |
| I take it on the road then I flip it unfold | |
| Haters see me coming and they go oh no | |
| Then I crush 'em in my hand and I throw 'em in the snow |
| zuo ci : Tristan Grant Talon Simon | |
| zuo qu : Dillon Augustine | |
| You got two phones that' s funny I got three | |
| I can feel your vibe I can read the energy | |
| Catch me outside when I' m driving on the street | |
| Got my anchor chain shining and you just a memory | |
| It' s just business it' s established I' m a diamond with a status | |
| Talking that shit it' s madness when I flow I slam it baddest | |
| Broadcasting here' s a lesson, don' t get caught up on the fences | |
| I remember papa stressing, took a rifle out to mess it | |
| Losing people on my mental seen the evil on my level | |
| Bad weeds bugging straight rezzing I know several | |
| Kept it civil for survival went to school and felt the tidal | |
| I was wilding, wilding, wide array of violence | |
| Left it all behind me, used to that environment | |
| Right then got degrees like lightning | |
| Got a flow to make you take early retirement | |
| All my life I work to live it to its finest | |
| I' m getting dizzy off these bank rolls woah | |
| Became a horse without a stable | |
| Sug chain on my neckbone, bro | |
| I can' t give a got my burner on the table | |
| Burner phone, burner phone oh lord | |
| I take it on the road then I flip it unfold | |
| Call up all the homies cut a deal do a show | |
| Then I crush it in my hand and I throw it in the snow | |
| Burner phone, burner phone oh lord | |
| I take it on the road then I flip it unfold | |
| Haters see me coming and they go oh no | |
| Then I crush ' em in my hand and I throw ' em in the snow | |
| Rez kid from the 06, | |
| I' m the in POTUS, | |
| See wit a auntie, | |
| Whipping a Ford Focus, | |
| Supermanic Slow Mo, | |
| Pimpin wit a Go Pro, | |
| Shawty 6 foot 7 but she still could drop it low tho, | |
| Roll up to her crib, | |
| Just hit a lick, | |
| Beat it from the back like a bongo kit, | |
| Y' all gon' get what y' all gon' get, | |
| I don' t sit where y' all gon' sit, | |
| Got 3 cars with a low low top, | |
| Got no time for a Photoshop, | |
| Heard a gunshot, got a mugshot, | |
| And I turned that shit to a photo op, | |
| I see baby girl in my POV, | |
| But her booty flat like B. O. B. , | |
| I' m a real OG, | |
| No P. O. please, | |
| Just call the bros if shit OD' s, dial. . . | |
| Chief Keef go bang bang, | |
| Swerving out of these damn lames, | |
| Young elder with the back pain, | |
| Bitch you know my crew name, | |
| Bitch you know my zoo name, | |
| That Elsi, that real shit, | |
| Go stupid crazy, get peeled quick, | |
| Tryna make a mill on a field trip, | |
| Burner phone, burner phone oh lord | |
| I take it on the road then I flip it unfold | |
| Call up all the homies cut a deal do a show | |
| Then I crush it in my hand and I throw it in the snow | |
| Burner phone, burner phone oh lord | |
| I take it on the road then I flip it unfold | |
| Haters see me coming and they go oh no | |
| Then I crush ' em in my hand and I throw ' em in the snow |
| zuò cí : Tristan Grant Talon Simon | |
| zuò qǔ : Dillon Augustine | |
| You got two phones that' s funny I got three | |
| I can feel your vibe I can read the energy | |
| Catch me outside when I' m driving on the street | |
| Got my anchor chain shining and you just a memory | |
| It' s just business it' s established I' m a diamond with a status | |
| Talking that shit it' s madness when I flow I slam it baddest | |
| Broadcasting here' s a lesson, don' t get caught up on the fences | |
| I remember papa stressing, took a rifle out to mess it | |
| Losing people on my mental seen the evil on my level | |
| Bad weeds bugging straight rezzing I know several | |
| Kept it civil for survival went to school and felt the tidal | |
| I was wilding, wilding, wide array of violence | |
| Left it all behind me, used to that environment | |
| Right then got degrees like lightning | |
| Got a flow to make you take early retirement | |
| All my life I work to live it to its finest | |
| I' m getting dizzy off these bank rolls woah | |
| Became a horse without a stable | |
| Sug chain on my neckbone, bro | |
| I can' t give a got my burner on the table | |
| Burner phone, burner phone oh lord | |
| I take it on the road then I flip it unfold | |
| Call up all the homies cut a deal do a show | |
| Then I crush it in my hand and I throw it in the snow | |
| Burner phone, burner phone oh lord | |
| I take it on the road then I flip it unfold | |
| Haters see me coming and they go oh no | |
| Then I crush ' em in my hand and I throw ' em in the snow | |
| Rez kid from the 06, | |
| I' m the in POTUS, | |
| See wit a auntie, | |
| Whipping a Ford Focus, | |
| Supermanic Slow Mo, | |
| Pimpin wit a Go Pro, | |
| Shawty 6 foot 7 but she still could drop it low tho, | |
| Roll up to her crib, | |
| Just hit a lick, | |
| Beat it from the back like a bongo kit, | |
| Y' all gon' get what y' all gon' get, | |
| I don' t sit where y' all gon' sit, | |
| Got 3 cars with a low low top, | |
| Got no time for a Photoshop, | |
| Heard a gunshot, got a mugshot, | |
| And I turned that shit to a photo op, | |
| I see baby girl in my POV, | |
| But her booty flat like B. O. B. , | |
| I' m a real OG, | |
| No P. O. please, | |
| Just call the bros if shit OD' s, dial. . . | |
| Chief Keef go bang bang, | |
| Swerving out of these damn lames, | |
| Young elder with the back pain, | |
| Bitch you know my crew name, | |
| Bitch you know my zoo name, | |
| That Elsi, that real shit, | |
| Go stupid crazy, get peeled quick, | |
| Tryna make a mill on a field trip, | |
| Burner phone, burner phone oh lord | |
| I take it on the road then I flip it unfold | |
| Call up all the homies cut a deal do a show | |
| Then I crush it in my hand and I throw it in the snow | |
| Burner phone, burner phone oh lord | |
| I take it on the road then I flip it unfold | |
| Haters see me coming and they go oh no | |
| Then I crush ' em in my hand and I throw ' em in the snow |
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