ConvertibleBurt

Convertible Burt (From Road To Fast 9 Mixtape|Explicit) - Tory Lanez/Kevin Gates

Lyrics by：Daystar Peterson/Marcellus Kevin Gates/Chaz Jackson/Orlando Williamson/Aidan Cullen/Basil Von Steitencron

Tory Lanez：

Hop in that b***h and I go

I cannot stress this b***h no more

Fifty racks came outside from the mall

Still come kick down your door

I don't got no time for no f**k s**t

All in the packet little baby gon' bust it

All of my hunnids they printed out blue

And they knew and I knew it as soon as I touch it

Bad joint hop out the whip

Let a n***a up it I'ma up out the stick

Say you finna catch me in traffic

But little n***a in the backseat shoot an opp out the whip

I ain't finna f**k s**t 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 n***a

But I made her put it back in her track

703 put the dice back down to the ground

But you know a n***a bettin' on me

Broke boy he ain't got nothin' on me

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

N***as on d**k and they hoverin'

I'm poppin' so hard that b***h let my brother hit

Tropical water on me like I'm Fiji

I used to set that s**t 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 s**t chinchilla

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

Like I just got fifty outta DR

Sendin' you f**k boys to the ER

They say nobody poppin' b***h well we are

B***h I might land in the strip in Miami

My b***h is gon' f**k me and never gon' dump me

Right out the dealer I'm sendin' these pictures

Girl and I know that they never gon' touch me

B***h is go-happy go-lucky

All of my n***as 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 it

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 n***as

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 f**k with a gigolo

I'm hittin' these ho 'bout to deuce like Bigalow ayy

Granted I came out the dirt

Doin' Aventadors slam it I came out I skrrt

N***a don't play on my turf

Play with this choppa I bet this s**t rain on your Earth

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

I hit that s**t it was dirt

Then I slid off in a flirt

Felt like Convertible Burt ayy ayy

Kevin Gates：