Too Turnt Up (feat. HYC Fatty)
Two turnt up, This shit too easy, This shit too easy
Why these niggas talk too much, I bet it's no talk if I bust
No love, no trust, I'm too turnt up, Don't play and get hit on the run
Play and get hit on the run, We spittin' then choppers for fun
That chopper gon' blast off like a rocket, And bust out your brain and your guts
You don't wanna be a dead body, I'ma catch him lackin' knock his legs out him
Got a sniper lurkin', he gon' red dot him, Tryna watch how I move, no, the feds watch
Say, Plat, I really hate niggas, Give a fuck what you make, nigga
Do whatever it takes, nigga, Just to see you in the grave, nigga
You know how we movin' on playdack, Realest recorded on playback
Shout out to Tupac, Gun really live where my waist at
Pop out and get me a paycheck, Only took two shots
Really put action with toolies, Run down game really crucial
Forty cal. makin' a movie, Bullets gon' slide on your face
They so groovy remind me of a seventy's movie, Ain't no more work then we shootin' shit
Why you think niggas look too legit? Better be out the way
Bitch ain't no brighter day, Work in the microwave
Bitch tryna eat up my dick with a powder face
My Spanish bitch, she say andele, Finito she want it right away, I give her dick in the pots And the bricks
It's a Sunday, we all have a brighter day, No face, no case, no jail time
Niggas act like they came up in the house, Glock got a twin
And the Tommy Gun came with a Kimber, the baby Nina be the spouse
Bring that pressure to his house, Bitch, nigga, stop runnin' your mouth
After I stick it to this picture, your fans can remember
And you can have all of the clout, Why these niggas talk so much
I bet it's no talk if I bust, No love, no trust
I'm too turnt up, Don't play and get hit on the run
Play and get hit on the run, We spittin' these choppas for fun
Them choppas gon' blast off like a rock, Like it, and bust out your brain and your guts
You don't wanna be a damn body, I'ma catch him lackin' knock his legs out him
Got a sniper lurkin', he gon' red dot him, Tryna watch how I move, know the feds watch
Say, Plat, I really hate niggas, Give a fuck what you make, nigga
Do whatever it takes, nigga, Just to see you in the grave, nigga
Why these niggas talk too much, I bet it's no talk if I bust
No love, no trust, I'm too turnt up, Don't play and get hit on the run
Play and get hit on the run, We spittin' then choppers for fun
That chopper gon' blast off like a rocket, And bust out your brain and your guts
You don't wanna be a dead body, I'ma catch him lackin' knock his legs out him
Got a sniper lurkin', he gon' red dot him, Tryna watch how I move, no, the feds watch
Say, Plat, I really hate niggas, Give a fuck what you make, nigga
Do whatever it takes, nigga, Just to see you in the grave, nigga
You know how we movin' on playdack, Realest recorded on playback
Shout out to Tupac, Gun really live where my waist at
Pop out and get me a paycheck, Only took two shots
Really put action with toolies, Run down game really crucial
Forty cal. makin' a movie, Bullets gon' slide on your face
They so groovy remind me of a seventy's movie, Ain't no more work then we shootin' shit
Why you think niggas look too legit? Better be out the way
Bitch ain't no brighter day, Work in the microwave
Bitch tryna eat up my dick with a powder face
My Spanish bitch, she say andele, Finito she want it right away, I give her dick in the pots And the bricks
It's a Sunday, we all have a brighter day, No face, no case, no jail time
Niggas act like they came up in the house, Glock got a twin
And the Tommy Gun came with a Kimber, the baby Nina be the spouse
Bring that pressure to his house, Bitch, nigga, stop runnin' your mouth
After I stick it to this picture, your fans can remember
And you can have all of the clout, Why these niggas talk so much
I bet it's no talk if I bust, No love, no trust
I'm too turnt up, Don't play and get hit on the run
Play and get hit on the run, We spittin' these choppas for fun
Them choppas gon' blast off like a rock, Like it, and bust out your brain and your guts
You don't wanna be a damn body, I'ma catch him lackin' knock his legs out him
Got a sniper lurkin', he gon' red dot him, Tryna watch how I move, know the feds watch
Say, Plat, I really hate niggas, Give a fuck what you make, nigga
Do whatever it takes, nigga, Just to see you in the grave, nigga
Credits
Writer(s): Sean Scie
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