Yung Dori
كل نفس سوف تذوق الموت (Every soul will taste death)
[Verse]
Run right thru to the cops
I ain't playing with you mothafuckas
I don't serve no OPPs (oppositions)
If you lookin' for the kid I be choking on the block
With a switch blade
Hammer for bitches with n***as that can't slay, bang
Bitches wanna cam for a big play, dayum
Bodies in the sand on the ridgeway, man
Addies in my bag or my briefcase
Lookin' so ugly you lookin' like Weequay, damn
I don't got a plan
I don't needa bitch to cam
Po my purple lean up in this Sprite an then I feel it man

[Hook]
Burn it
Burn it
Burn it
I ain't playing with you bitches
If you chilling with the cops I ain't playing with you bitches
If you fucking with these hoes I ain't playing with you bitches
Same name with a chain in the brain you all bitches, I ain't playin'
Shit
You fuckin with a real one
You bitches betta fear one
I'm plotting with my boy young Skel you n***as bouta feel one