2 Turnt
(Let's go)
(Ha)
(Yo)
(Let's go)
Racks coming in too turnt (The racks)
Broke Niggas they way too burnt (Ughh)
Flip a bag get it back that's what I learnt (Fasho)
And getting to a bag you weren't (At all)
Yeh ship the pack wit no smell
Bitch imma mac ain't no dell
Got her feeling me at the hotel
Oh that was ya hoe? nigga oh well
And he want the beef then i give em shells
If he wanna reach then I wish em well
I be wit my demons and we up in hell
You was the top how the fuck you fell?
Want smoke then let's get to it
Abusing these drugs you could hear it in the music
I know, she wanna fuck so I tell her let's do it (Let's go let's go)
200 the dash, I'm high, I'm zooted (Skrrrt)
Know the blues and I know the reds (Reds)
One false move and you dead
I give a fuck what you heard what you said
Move out the way cuz you niggas too fed (Too fed)
Doo doo doo doo that's the sound of the led
Feel like lil carti a whole lotta red (Ha ha oh, let's go)
Play wit the gang then we aim for ya head woah
Racks coming in too turnt (The racks) (Too turnt for real)
Broke Niggas they way too burnt (Ughh)
Flip a bag get it back that's what I learnt (That's what I learnt)
And getting to a bag you weren't (At all)
Racks coming in too turnt (The racks)
Broke Niggas they way too burnt (Ughh)
Flip a bag get it back that's what I learnt (Fasho)
And getting to a bag you weren't
(Ha)
(Yo)
(Let's go)
Racks coming in too turnt (The racks)
Broke Niggas they way too burnt (Ughh)
Flip a bag get it back that's what I learnt (Fasho)
And getting to a bag you weren't (At all)
Yeh ship the pack wit no smell
Bitch imma mac ain't no dell
Got her feeling me at the hotel
Oh that was ya hoe? nigga oh well
And he want the beef then i give em shells
If he wanna reach then I wish em well
I be wit my demons and we up in hell
You was the top how the fuck you fell?
Want smoke then let's get to it
Abusing these drugs you could hear it in the music
I know, she wanna fuck so I tell her let's do it (Let's go let's go)
200 the dash, I'm high, I'm zooted (Skrrrt)
Know the blues and I know the reds (Reds)
One false move and you dead
I give a fuck what you heard what you said
Move out the way cuz you niggas too fed (Too fed)
Doo doo doo doo that's the sound of the led
Feel like lil carti a whole lotta red (Ha ha oh, let's go)
Play wit the gang then we aim for ya head woah
Racks coming in too turnt (The racks) (Too turnt for real)
Broke Niggas they way too burnt (Ughh)
Flip a bag get it back that's what I learnt (That's what I learnt)
And getting to a bag you weren't (At all)
Racks coming in too turnt (The racks)
Broke Niggas they way too burnt (Ughh)
Flip a bag get it back that's what I learnt (Fasho)
And getting to a bag you weren't
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Writer(s): Devyne Omolade
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