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Loud Burner
Loud Burner
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Bobby Scott
Bobby Scott
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Lyrics

Fuck your dreams just go get a job
All you do all day is rap and smoke pot
Ya 33 ya times past dude you should stop
Life sucks better get use to it Bob
Loud burner give it up grow up you're Bobby Joe Scott
Ain't a mafucka telling me I can't won't or I'm not
No quit in me fuck you I won't ever stop
Til I collapse rapping and my box drop
Put every bit of me I had to give in this til I got lost
Swear to God gave the equivalency of my soul cost
So bitch ya tripping if ya think Im ain't finna go off
No S on my chest just a vest on my chest set it of
Stress on my chest yes I'm let it off
Letting shots go for doe get ya dome blown off
So broke right now break ya jaw off ya skull to get broken off
Dawg that money on ya head a Lil off
Ya bouta get bodied below cost
Let ya mouth pop off get ya whole top lopped off
Sawed off shotty riding shotgun shotty knock ya top off
Ya mafuckin body when it shot off
Off em all watch bodies drop Poppin off
Now off to where they getting dropped off
Lil thotty shotty throat it all I'm busting off
Skirt off murk her pussy when she finish topping off
Everyday wake up like when the fuck this bullshit stop
It's all day everyday day around the clock nonstop
Ya better just stop before ya meanmug gotta red dot
Shot shots chop chop head shots make ya dead stop
You just a G with .com on a desktop
Got work for the Knott's my purp and this Glock
420 on the clock 5-0 on the block it's hot
Spit the hardest bars got hip-hop on lock
Pop shots at flat tops of cops and ops
Cropping tops wet em up like the heads of mops
Burner on his hip gunshots bullets not in the glovebox
Busting buckshots at ya at the bus stop
Only problem is you don't want my problems I promise
They gotta problem I got em I'm just being honest
From where getting it's the only option
Cause you didn't it's a fuckin problem
Bad boy Dennis rodman Isaiah Thomas
From Rock bottom Dwayne Johnson
The sickest in the game Magic Johnson
Rock the mic and pass it John Stockton
The white boy a legend Like Larry in Boston
My heart is Stone Cold I'm a stunner Steve Austin
Six million dollar Man Steve Austin Bossin
I'm balling I'm balling get off him
I'm all in I'm all in all too often
Ready to die Chris Wallace no caution
Ya baby mama call me daddy or papa
Thugging like Pac hit em up who shot ya
Maverick top gun Doncic I got ya
Y'all needa doctor light em up like the chronic
Ya bitch give me temple no masonic
They don't want me to go supersonic it'd be too iconic
Got too much attitude ya thought dude was from Compton
Hip-hop my flow hot got punchlines like punch in knock it out play the game like punch out
Fuck your dreams just go get a job
All you do all day is rap and smoke pot
Ya 33 ya times past dude you should stop
Life sucks better get use to it Bob
Loud burner give it up grow up your Bobby Joe Scott
Ain't a mafucka telling me I can't or I'm not
Bitch eat a banana clip when I take my shot
Yeah my flow hot toe tagged and bagged bodied your comp
Cost to boss ball til exhausted
Just run it Walked before crawling
Candy paint glossing I'm flossing
Not stalling money all I'm talking
Brling brling chaching heard money calling when I walked in
Nah uh uh I ain't talking it's what they taught him
Not without my lawyer other that the law can suck my dick
Dawg a bitch pitbull killer Mike Vick
The fuck y'all thought y'all was the ball boys
Get off my balls the fuck out the way I gotta ball boy
All for my boy ball till I fall boy
Knew I'd do it big since I was small Biggie Smalls boy
Fall out boy last of the real ones fall back boy
Wack never be that boy crack if I'm a white boy
Yeah ya mafuckin right boy I'm the right boy
Half man half amazing my flow hot saucing
Skip to my Lou ballin street legend Rafer Alston
Can't stop him Jordan with a Spalding
Rap artist jump in the crowd like Ron Artest brawling
Ya pop off knock ya block off with ya own protection
Rudolph with his helmet and Myles Garrett connection
Finna beat y'all asses til y'all learn some respect lessons
Listen treat all these rappers like red head bastard stepsons
Stomp em like Nadaomican y'all getting stepped on
Rasheed Wallace with the tech son spray brains get ejections
Everyone gets a shot no religious exemption
Blick with Clip extension should get ya attention
Posted on the block leader bank shots Olajuwon
Dreams my with my eyes on number one to an icon
See the lights flashing I'm snapping like Nikons
Hip hops on the beat Zion grip the mic like a python
Run like Walt Payton right beside the pylon
Hop on the mic like Mike take flight with my Nikes on
Strike one strike two and three Cy Young
The nights young come up before the sun get my shine on
When I'm on then mine on let bygones be bygones
The good die young I'm still alive in a world they didn't survive on
I'm a bad mafucka ya God Damn right son
Struggle strive hustle grind thrive on
No rights left can't right wrongs so I speak my mind and write songs
As long as the fire insides strong and my lights on til I'm gone
In the jungle with the heart of a lion
Bullets flying out them Mac Tennessee Titians
Finna take on the giants come on Goliath
Killing more than the government fentanyl and coronavirus
Flow go dumber than a mafucka Joe Biden
Let's go Brandon nah Fuck you Biden
Go dumber than that dumb fuck no lying
Fuck your dreams just go get a job
All you do all day is rap and smoke pot
Ya 33 ya times past dude you should stop
Life sucks better get use to it Bob
Loud burner give it up grow up your Bobby Joe Scott
Ain't a mafucka telling me I can't or I'm not
Bitch eat a banana clip when I take my shot
Yeah my flow hot toe tagged and bagged bodied your comp
Bet I get the last laugh ain't no laughingstock
What the fucks beef to a butcher dead livestock
It's Fuck a bitch rather have cash and pot
Hoes dro and doe all get passed a lot
Always heading to the bag money on my mind a lot
Business mind yours my grind don't stop
Like my mind won't stop
Since a teen I'd grind for guap
Sun up til sun down on the block son shine don't stop
8th to the face up up and away higher than my soaring stock
Aw nah bitch you don't love me now whore just stop
Muthafuckas WAKE UP gotta make that snoring stop
Woke up with your bitch on my dick got some morning top
Off the top busting like a fourty Glock
So pour out a 40 when this recording stop
Bitch I want all the smoke like 20 minutes after four o'clock
See I'm bouta run it like I knew them knocks at the door was cops
Get on the mic and rock hip-hop Renaissance
My word is pride always say what I mean so I'll never take a loss
Bitch I was born this way ain't shit changed always been a boss
Is y'all in trend trending or in trans switching acting like bitches think a lot rappers missing they dick and balls
My flow is the sickest got records scratching like itches from Chicken pox
See me with a bad bitch then we banging like kitchen pots
Can't keep me out broke in this shit like picking locks
Bouta hit a lick like licking clit then sticking my dick in box
Always been on they shit list cause I was spitting hot
Illuminati been had my hit list blocked whoops I meant greatest hits bouta mark all you bitches off my hit list watch
Know it's my time fuck a wrist watch
Go hard as my stiff cock
Flows spit like slinging dope dickhead I spit hot
That's fire hard like coke in a pot on the stovetop
Keep my name out your mouth and know your job
Now open wide ahhhhg here's my dick do your job
Slob on my knob like corn on the cob
Bob on Bob ohhh go lil thot
Hoe don't stop til your throat shot
Fuck your dreams just go get a job
All you do all day is rap and smoke pot
Ya 33 ya times past dude you should stop
Life sucks better get use to it Bob
Loud burner give it up grow up your Bobby Joe Scott
Ain't a mafucka telling me I can't or I'm not
Bitch eat a banana clip when I take my shot
Yeah my flow hot toe tagged and bagged bodied your comp
Written by: Bobby Scott
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