[Intro: Quavo]
(Zaytoven)
Ay, you remember that young n***a we seen in the hood?
Hell yeah
That n***a burnt out, you remember he came and told me that shit, man?
Ayy

[Chorus: Quavo]
You turn a dollar to a million (Million)
In the trap I look like a chameleon (Woah)
I don't give a fuck about no n***a feelings (Nah), got the chopper for the victims
Momma told me to go kill 'em (Momma)
So I'm in an all black like I'm John Wick (Black)
Open up the trunk, it's a brick and a stick
That's a life sentence, quarter mill' on my wrist (Damn)
That n***a burnt out (Burnt out)
That n***a burnt out (Burnt)
On a highway with hundred pounds (Skrt)
That n***a burnt out (Ayy)
Young n***a trap out his momma house (Trap, trap)
That n***a burnt out (Woo)
That n***a burnt out (Burnt out)
Damn that n***a burnt out (Damn, damn)

[Verse 1: Quavo]
12 got him in interrogation but he burnt out and he ain't singin' (Nah)
They'll give a young n***a a life sentence if they ever find a fuckin' banger (Damn)
He a young n***a still trapping and banging (Woo), walkin' 'round twisting his fingers (What?)
But he's still in the kitchen and whippin' the pot (Whip), watching dope lock like it's Kurt Angle (Lock)
Hit the pot at every angle (Hit it)
In the kitchen and I'm cookin' Topanga (Woo)
I don't really fuck with strangers (Nah)
Never know he could be singin' (Ayy)
If you want a hundred, we can arrange it, no refunds, no exchanges (Nah)
You can test the dope with your pinky finger
Now he feeling like a Power Ranger (Ayy)
[Chorus: Quavo & Takeoff]
You turn a dollar to a million (Million)
In the trap I look like a chameleon (Woah)
I don't give a fuck about no n***a feelings (Nah), got the chopper for the victims
Momma told me to go kill 'em (Momma)
So I'm in an all black like I'm John Wick (Black)
Open up the trunk, it's a brick and a stick
That's a life sentence, quarter mill' on my wrist (Damn)
That n***a burnt out (Burnt out)
That n***a burnt out (Burnt)
On a highway with hundred pounds (Skrt)
That n***a burnt out (Ayy)
Young n***a trap out his momma house (Trap, trap)
That n***a burnt out (Woo)
That n***a burnt out (Burnt out)
Damn that n***a burnt out (Damn, damn) (Ayy)

[Verse 2: Takeoff]
Young n***a walkin' with a dirty stick
Burnt out, he lookin' sick (Ugh)
Robbin', finessin' everything in sight, young n***a Debo 'cause he's takin' shit (Debo)
Young n***a fifteen and he with the shit (With the shit)
His brother just caught a charge for a brick (Brick)
He sent the lil' bitch on a trip to go pick up some shit that come in from the Mexicans (Migo)
Momma preaching like a reverend (Momma)
He a rookie, wanna be a veteran (Veteran)
All he wanted was a necklace (Necklace)
And his trap game, it be excellent (Excellent)
He like the boot off that Hannah Montana, young n***a burnt out like I blew out the candles
No ski-mask, got a bag, but she said "Fuck the cameras"
Walking with a dirty stick, long as an antenna
[Chorus: Quavo]
You turn a dollar to a million (Million)
In the trap I look like a chameleon (Woah)
I don't give a fuck about no n***a feelings (Nah), got the chopper for the victims
Momma told me to go kill 'em (Momma)
So I'm in an all black like I'm John Wick (Black)
Open up the trunk, it's a brick and a stick
That's a life sentence, quarter mill' on my wrist (Damn)
That n***a burnt out (Burnt out)
That n***a burnt out (Burnt)
On a highway with hundred pounds (Skrt)
That n***a burnt out (Ayy)
Young n***a trap out his momma house (Trap, trap)
That n***a burnt out (Woo)
That n***a burnt out (Burnt out)
Damn that n***a burnt out (Damn, damn)