TurnT Up
Woah, woah, woah, woah woah
Bitch I'm turnt up
Turnt, turnt, yeah yeah yeah
Bitch I'm turnt, turnt, turnt, turnt up
Turnt, turnt, turnt, turnt up
Turnt, turnt, turnt, turnt up
Turnt up, bitch I'm turnt up
Bitch I'm turnt up, yeah yeah, all the way
You can talk all you want but I don't care bout what you sayin
If you don't fuck with me then get the fuck up out my face (yeah)
Yeah you act like my codeine, you just make me go insane
Yeah, yeah, aye
Woah, woah
I just be rappin so fast yeah it's off my head
I don't care bout no hoe I just want the bread
I just be pouring up trish, I'm sipping that red
I got yo bitch in my bed
No she don't wanna leave she just want some head
But I don't want no sex
Her best friend in line and she want next
I'm rocking Rick, Balenci the best
Why they acting so hard but a hole in they chest
I'm finna get they ass blessed
Fuck a vette I'm riding in a McLaren
I like to get high while I'm clutchin on this Draco
When I let it fly bullets spraying gotta lay low
I don't like when they shy hell nah that's a fake hoe
I love me a freak who gon do what I say so
Just call me bowser cause you know I took yo bitch
Finna live in a kingdom cause bitch I'm getting too rich
Got diamonds floating in my watch the ice is dripping on my wrist
They wanna act gangster but they scary you can see em trying not to flinch
Bitch I'm turnt, turnt, turnt, turnt up
Turnt, turnt, turnt, turnt up
Turnt, turnt, turnt, turnt up
Turnt up, bitch I'm turnt up
Bitch I'm turnt up
Turnt, turnt, yeah yeah yeah
Bitch I'm turnt, turnt, turnt, turnt up
Turnt, turnt, turnt, turnt up
Turnt, turnt, turnt, turnt up
Turnt up, bitch I'm turnt up
Bitch I'm turnt up, yeah yeah, all the way
You can talk all you want but I don't care bout what you sayin
If you don't fuck with me then get the fuck up out my face (yeah)
Yeah you act like my codeine, you just make me go insane
Yeah, yeah, aye
Woah, woah
I just be rappin so fast yeah it's off my head
I don't care bout no hoe I just want the bread
I just be pouring up trish, I'm sipping that red
I got yo bitch in my bed
No she don't wanna leave she just want some head
But I don't want no sex
Her best friend in line and she want next
I'm rocking Rick, Balenci the best
Why they acting so hard but a hole in they chest
I'm finna get they ass blessed
Fuck a vette I'm riding in a McLaren
I like to get high while I'm clutchin on this Draco
When I let it fly bullets spraying gotta lay low
I don't like when they shy hell nah that's a fake hoe
I love me a freak who gon do what I say so
Just call me bowser cause you know I took yo bitch
Finna live in a kingdom cause bitch I'm getting too rich
Got diamonds floating in my watch the ice is dripping on my wrist
They wanna act gangster but they scary you can see em trying not to flinch
Bitch I'm turnt, turnt, turnt, turnt up
Turnt, turnt, turnt, turnt up
Turnt, turnt, turnt, turnt up
Turnt up, bitch I'm turnt up
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Writer(s): Cameron Lucero
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