PERSONAL - Burga

Gotta even the score

(This shit personal)

Ain’t nothin to talk about

(Boosie BadAzz)

Fuck that talkin (Fuck that)

Up that 40

We don’t do drive-bys

Walk up get ??

Took one of mine

Need one of yours

Even the losses

We goin keep runnin down on you

Till we exhausted

We left the sticks at the crib this time

It’s handguns

This shit personal

We left the sticks at the crib this time

It’s handguns

This shit personal

Strap in my pocket

Don’t need no holster (nah)

Don’t need no drugs nigga

Do this shit sober

The Glock got titties on it

You goin get fucked over

And I want all the smoke

No pressure

Ain’t no choking

We trynna even the score

They ain’t even leaving the post

Took one of mine

I need one of yours

So we gotta even approach

Lights off, Mask on

Creep silent

Red lights on, Guntalk

Keep silent (shhhh)

Fuck that talkin (Fuck that)

Up that 40

We don’t do drive-bys

Walk up get ??

Took one of mine

Need one of yours

Even the losses

We goin keep runnin down on you

Till we exhausted

We left the sticks at the crib this time

It’s handguns

This shit personal

We left the sticks at the crib this time

It’s handguns

This shit personal

(Boosie BadAzz)

This shit personal nigga

This shit personal

2020 fucked up

We with that murder

We don’t do talkin la nigga

Run wit vultures la nigga

Left the stick

And brung the 9

Im goin stand ova you nigga

Na they got gutta (they got gutta)

They killed my brother (they killed my brother)

I ran down on em

So you a hoe boy

You a hoe

I keep me a 40

Runnin down on these niggas

Till we tired and exhausted

Tell em Burga

Fuck that talkin (Fuck that)

Up that 40

We don’t do drive-bys

Walk up get ??

Took one of mine

Need one of yours

Even the losses

We goin keep runnin down on you

Till we exhausted

We left the sticks at the crib this time

It’s handguns

This shit personal

We left the sticks at the crib this time

It’s handguns

This shit personal