Young & Turnt

Yeah-yeah, yeah
Yeah-yeah yeah-yeah
Yeah, yeah
Young and turnt
Yeah
Yeah-yeah, yeah

When they young, turnt, guns bust, yeah-yeah
When they young, turnt, guns bust, yeah, hmm
When they young, turnt, guns bust, yeah-yeah
When they young, turnt, guns bust, yeah, yeah-yeah

Rich and poppin' boy
Walking 'round the city like he hit the lotto boy, cash flow
Living every day of my life on the dash though, fast though
I'm just really tryna get this cash though

When they young, turnt, guns bust, yeah-yeah
When they young, turnt, guns bust, yeah, hmm
When they young, turnt, guns bust, yeah-yeah
When they young, turnt, guns bust, yeah, yeah-yeah

If they are really your real friends, then why don't you speak then? (look)
All I stay inside, got acetaminophens
Said they help me with my migraines I'm really in my head
Feeling like I'm young ignorant and dead
Hold up, and the ledge closer every step
More I count this bread, feeling like I'm dead, so what?
No idea, OD
Drug addicted since fourteen
Lowkey, want help if your ego was free
Change the cards that you were dealt
Overseeing your intel
When she feel around the belt
She gon' see how hard this metal
Smoke that gas don't leave that pedal
Killed your ego now it's settled
Hope that fit into your schedule
Whole clique sentimental
So them guns bust (grrrraa!)
Acting so invincible like ho you cannot touch us
Spin the block, new ground, I think we got it clutched up

When they young, turnt, guns bust, yeah-yeah (when they young and turnt guns bust)
When they young, turnt, guns bust, yeah, hmm (when they young and turnt guns bust)
When they young, turnt, guns bust, yeah-yeah (when they young and turnt guns bust)
When they young, turnt, guns bust, yeah, yeah-yeah



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Writer(s): Ethan Erdman
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