Free Money Fresh Meth - Burksy lyrics

[Hook: Widda K] Ok Homie, it's the Burksys Homie, it's the Burksys We're chillin' in the Benson for the fourth annual Burksys Homie, it's the Burksys Homie, it's the Burksys And did I mention that we're chillin' in the Benson ‘cause Homie, it's the Burksys Homie, it's the Burksys We're chillin' in the Benson for the fourth annual Burksys Homie, it's the Burksys Homie, it's the Burksys We're chillin' in the Benson for the fourth annual Burksys [Verse 1: The Dollar Llama] Ok Walk into the stu with my man Nate We wearing suits and we look great Go to Java City, get a latte Sit down at the table just to plan our day Say Nate, say Nate, don't we do this every day Nate? I work them long nights, long nights to get a payday Decided to retire this year, I'm sixty eight-eight [LL Cool Jo:] And Lipscomb still hatin' So much hate for us in Searcy Now you got McClarty, and I'm party-aying Sparkling apple cider, dip into the savings Goodbye, JK I'm staying I'll give you that D-ploma, once you graduated [Hook: Widda K] [Verse 2: Young Auto] Yeah It's springtime, my suit's on My shoes shined, yo I'm Lori Sloan, I'm Nate White I'm Logan Light, host I'm trendsetting; won last year I'm still repping that though I'm begging to get Views spreading like two-stepping All I got is my friends, dummy All I need is my pen, dummy He lay the beat, I write it out We put it down That's the end, dummy Check the dome Check the feet, Everybody wishing they was me My wingtips like a pink slip They keep me from having to pay the fee Walk right past the Maître-D, Godfather like AP That gray paint on that gray whip So your black and white don't faze me Whoo Next though, LL Cool Jo She go wherever I go, wherever we go, we do it pronto It's like [Hook: Widda K] [Verse 3: LL Cool Jo] Cool Jo with the verse now I'm ‘bout to put the beat in a hearse now I'm ‘bout to take the track to another plane You know what that mean, I'm hall of fame I step in Benson Auditorium like I'm the best Yeah, my rhymes more gold than a treasure chest Most girls, they swagger ain't nothing to brag about My stacks so high that I'm buying a ladder now Don't do no d** but I get buzz like Aldrin Got two accounts you can call me Will Waldron Breakthrough, recruited by Free Money army Newcomer, underdog, more fans than Barbie Now all the boys waitin' down in the lobby They can't come upstairs ‘cause we livin' at Harding They know ‘bout me from Seattle to Brooklyn Tryna compete but I tell 'em they shouldn't [Verse 4: 2 L'z] 2 L'z on campus Young, bald, and handsome It's not over 'til they sing You can call me phantom Of the opera Treat these haters like Oprah I sit ‘em down, I air ‘em out Then they all gon' open up Lance Armstrong, spaceship Blastoff, Neil Armstrong My back the Atlas to this rap game ‘Cause you know my arms strong Burksy, Burksy President flow, I'm Burksy Nominated in categories While you haters ain't worthy Rain, pouring All these dudes is snoring Flow is so important All my Burksy's gorgeous [Hook: Widda K]