Turnt
I was down, bad on my dick ran up a bag and now I'm turnt
You want that smoke? then light it up, I bet your pussy ass get burnt
Spark a Woody to the face, to solve my problems cause I'm hurt
Said she never gave some top like bitch I know your ass been learned
Being broke I couldn't take it so I jumped off the porch
Scared money don't make money so go run it up and score
Blue hundreds, steady call my name, my pockets fiening for some more
Vision the audience screaming for me, respect the encore
Polo Ralph Lauren on my drawers, new freezer i'm a top boss
Know you see my teeth be shining, I don't need no dental floss
What you say lil nigga? speak up with your chest, quit acting soft
If it ain't directed, it ain't respected, don't be spitting out your jaw
I've been trapping steady stacking gotta scrap up my chips
These niggas wanna see you lose, that's why it's tucked up on my hip
Let a busta try me hollows penetrate his skin and rip
Imagine Call Of Duty Warzone when I shoot, I don't miss
Clock in, clock out, independent, stay humble
Like lil baby bitch I'm going all in it's time to rumble
If you ain't talking money, blah blah, I don't wanna hear you mumble
They praying on my downfall, they hoping for me to fumble
I've been solo for a while, niggas turning to foes
Don't want relationships, it's the same shit, these hoes gon' be hoes
So I'ma run it up, veteran in this ball like the pros
Won't catch me slipping on my feet, always stand on ten toes
I'm a five hundred and twelve bandit, I know they can't stand me
Sweet like some sugar, can be sour like some candy
Do you understand me? My knuckles come in handy
Beat a nigga ass, if he shoot, it's a plan B
Wipe a nigga nose on some shit cause he slimy
Rat behind my back, you a opp, y'all niggas grimy
Play me like a toy, push my button, call it try me
You know where I be posted if you really tryna find me
Ay, off the beam, I'm too turnt
Crossing me, gon' leave you in the dirt
Do the dash, car, go, skrt
Wild soul, I'm berserk
Off the beam, I'm too turnt
Crossing me, gon' leave you in the dirt
Do the dash, car, go, skirt
Wild soul, I'm berserk
Mm-mm-mm-mm-mm-mm
Mm-mm-mm-mm-mm-mm
Mm-mm-mm-mm-mm-mm
Mm-mm-mm-mm-mm-mm
You want that smoke? then light it up, I bet your pussy ass get burnt
Spark a Woody to the face, to solve my problems cause I'm hurt
Said she never gave some top like bitch I know your ass been learned
Being broke I couldn't take it so I jumped off the porch
Scared money don't make money so go run it up and score
Blue hundreds, steady call my name, my pockets fiening for some more
Vision the audience screaming for me, respect the encore
Polo Ralph Lauren on my drawers, new freezer i'm a top boss
Know you see my teeth be shining, I don't need no dental floss
What you say lil nigga? speak up with your chest, quit acting soft
If it ain't directed, it ain't respected, don't be spitting out your jaw
I've been trapping steady stacking gotta scrap up my chips
These niggas wanna see you lose, that's why it's tucked up on my hip
Let a busta try me hollows penetrate his skin and rip
Imagine Call Of Duty Warzone when I shoot, I don't miss
Clock in, clock out, independent, stay humble
Like lil baby bitch I'm going all in it's time to rumble
If you ain't talking money, blah blah, I don't wanna hear you mumble
They praying on my downfall, they hoping for me to fumble
I've been solo for a while, niggas turning to foes
Don't want relationships, it's the same shit, these hoes gon' be hoes
So I'ma run it up, veteran in this ball like the pros
Won't catch me slipping on my feet, always stand on ten toes
I'm a five hundred and twelve bandit, I know they can't stand me
Sweet like some sugar, can be sour like some candy
Do you understand me? My knuckles come in handy
Beat a nigga ass, if he shoot, it's a plan B
Wipe a nigga nose on some shit cause he slimy
Rat behind my back, you a opp, y'all niggas grimy
Play me like a toy, push my button, call it try me
You know where I be posted if you really tryna find me
Ay, off the beam, I'm too turnt
Crossing me, gon' leave you in the dirt
Do the dash, car, go, skrt
Wild soul, I'm berserk
Off the beam, I'm too turnt
Crossing me, gon' leave you in the dirt
Do the dash, car, go, skirt
Wild soul, I'm berserk
Mm-mm-mm-mm-mm-mm
Mm-mm-mm-mm-mm-mm
Mm-mm-mm-mm-mm-mm
Mm-mm-mm-mm-mm-mm
Credits
Writer(s): Deon Heath
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