BURBS (Explicit) - NAV

Lyrics by：Navraj Goraya/Wesley Tyler Glass

Composed by：Navraj Goraya/Wesley Tyler Glass

Produced by：NAV/Wheezy

Wheezy outta here

Drivin' in foreigns my rims so big

The lifts be scrapin' the curb skrrt

I'm the man

I swapped my last ho out 'cause she get on my nerves get

Walk in the store I spend a lot what I'm makin' is absurd

Used to spend all day in the projects

Now I'm tucked up in the 'burbs

Pull up on my opps and I'ma hit 'em where it hurt

Pour a deuce in a Fanta I'm a fiend for pourin' syrup

Soon as my plane touch down

I turn my phone on and it chirp

Sometimes I don't wanna see no one for days

On do not disturb

You could try me if you want

But the last one died and got put on a shirt

I been in the game seven years

But I was high so it's all a blur

Damn right I'm gettin' a lot

But I still ain't get what I deserve

Lost a watch it cost me so damn much

Thank God I had it insured

These racks too big can't fold up in a Trackhawk doin' donuts

They pay me to be a loner just a young life full of stoners

Take a G6 and I blast off when I **** I'm rubbin' her mask out

You get touched from how I manage told myself I'm doin' damage

Drivin' in foreigns my rims so big

The lifts be scrapin' the curb skrrt

I'm the man

I swapped my last ho out 'cause she get on my nerves get

Walk in the store I spend a lot

What I'm makin' is absurd

Used to spend all day in the projects

Now I'm tucked up in the 'burbs

Pull up on my opps and I'ma hit 'em where it hurt

Pour a deuce in a Fanta I'm a fiend for pourin' syrup

Soon as my plane touch down

I turn my phone on and it chirp

Sometimes I don't wanna see no one for days

On do not disturb