Turbo (Intro)

Yarri

Ah I could've kept dat doe
I could've but nawlh
Hell nawlh
Look
Bitch dis Louis V Spray Not no Baccarat
Had to chill out on the mail cause it got kinda hot
Seen the ticket on yo chain boy it was not allot
Made a right up off Biscayne boa I just left the lot
The Re-Up
Iont really wont yo bitch, just want her to walk in Truist
Look, Way this pape so long you a think that i was Jewish
Look, Had to put the tax in turbo aint no Jackson Hewitt
Look, Only gotta snake me once, Okay that'll do it
My big brodie send the load, you know that ima move it
Ahn. That boi a new strain of runtz, told em not to do it
Iont really want yo bitch just want her to walk in Chase
Already got the social, Already got the face
Shorty gone bring me that Wells I ain't come to play
Lil cuz out in Tampa new sauce on the way
Bitch hurry up you know i need that BOA
Them people call
Just play dumb you'll be okay
Boa this shit can happen over night
Get to crackin we out west
We gotta catch a flight
BnB we got real motion
Had to send a strike
It's coming in we thumbing through it Like we pulled a heist
If i fly yo ass to where we at you better have some sense
Leave yo ass right where we was at bitch i been a pimp
Aint no sorry's iont want it back neva been a simp
Aint no sorry's iont want er back neva beena



Credits
Writer(s): Bryson Johnson
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