Burner lyrics - Lil Wayne

 I don't know how to play 2K

I don't know how to use Blu-Ray

Fuck a bag, I'ma need a suitcase

I'm dripping like Bobby Boucher bitch

Diamonds in my mouth like toothpaste

Codeine got me with the screw face

Either I'm seeing double or they two-faced

Double D's, these niggas too fake, uh

I keep a burner like Kevin Durant

I keep a burner like Kevin Durant

Kyrie Irving, I aim at your earth, back-back-back, I leave it flat

Brooklyn nets, dressed in all-black, FN all-black, extendo on that

Brooklyn nets, dressed in all-black, FN all-black, extendo on that

I don't know how to play too safe

Bitch, throw it back like a bouquet

Diamonds in my mouth, no toothache

Weezy Baby coming, no due date

Couple bank account in the UK

Two choppers, that two Ks

I don't know how to play 2K

Still balling out like Azubuike, damn

I keep a burner like Kevin Durant

Keep a burner 'til it melt my hand

I been strapped since I was twelve and a half

'Cause I got shot when I was twelve and a half

Thank you for life to the medical staff

Rain turn to ice but it melt when it land

Gangster for life and the life after that

Ain't no referee stripes, but yes, I got my flag

Yee, you don't wanna fuck with me

It could get dirty, I got them bloods with me

I got your blood on me, get the detergent

I heard you coming for me, I'm pressing your buttons, my G

You out of service, you don't wanna fuck with me

That Draco my judge for me, here come the verdict

I keep a burner like K do, shoot from long range like Trey do

Dame and Klay too

Reggie Miller and Ray too

Jesus Shuttlesworth, Jesus, I make 'em pray too

I ball like they ain't got no game too

These boys all just think it's a game too

My shooters shoot at the whole game room

Your shooters like Shaq 'cause they can't shoot

Straps on straps, yep

Big B's, bitch, all caps, yeah

I'm high five, ain't no daps

I drip blood blood, ain't no cramps

These boys sci-fi, ain't no facts

I bleed concrete, ain't no cracks

Pulling that hair trigger back like tracks

Check your bitch ass like Air Max

Boy, I'm high as fuck, I get somebody to come tie you up

It's Tunechi, bitch, like P Diddy

If you want smoke though, now I'm Puff

Time is up, bombs away

Fuck whatever you tryna say, them words hold no kinda weight

You ain't even got a pound in the safe, but I pound your face

Whole team black attire

Sold dreams, tax the buyer

Machine gun, rapid fire, boom-boombox, amplifier

Tube socks and chancletas, moonrocking Margiela

Sick as fuck, salmonella, I whip it up like Nutella

I got the desert with me, hope you could weather the heat

You sweat 'cause you weak

We hungry, we smelling defeat, and I'm like a chef with the beef, who ready to eat?

I got the FN with me, you don't wanna be F-in with me, definitely

My shooters shoot effortlessly, I'm talking catch-and-release, Steph from the three

I don't know how to play 2K

I don't know how to use Blu-Ray

Fuck a bag, I'ma need a suitcase

I'm dripping like Bobby Boucher bitch

Diamonds in my mouth like toothpaste

Codeine got me with the screw face

Either I'm seeing double or they two-faced

Double D's, these niggas too fake, uh

I keep a burner like Kevin Durant

I keep a burner like Kevin Durant

Kyrie Irving, I aim at your earth, back-back-back, I leave it flat

Brooklyn nets, dressed in all-black, FN all-black, extendo on that

Brooklyn nets, dressed in all-black, FN all-black, extendo on that

Kyrie Irving, I aim at your earth, back-back-back, I leave it flat

Brooklyn nets, dressed in all-black, FN all-black, extendo on that

Brooklyn nets, dressed in all-black, FN all-black, extendo on that

Lil Wayne and DJ Khaled!