Turnt

(Yellanotears, notears)
(Hey, Sauceman, Sauceman)

I put her diamonds because she the finest
I put her in Ricky, she holdin' my blicky
AMG Wagon, it sit like a Tonka
Hang out the window, I'm holdin' the choppa

My jeans Dior, but got Burberry boxers
Manicure Russian, her face was Korean
Money increasin', it never depletin'
She was a hood bitch, I showed her the ropes
Put her in Prada, she used to be broke
Trappin' or robbin', which one you gon' pick?
When you from where I from, nigga, good don't exist

Townhouse, two levels, it got luxury amenities
I buy that bitch with a made-up identity
Shoppin' boutiques on the daily, splurgin'
I fuck her good, now her toes curlin'
Japanese bitch finna walk on my back
Did a show in the hood, I was clutchin' my strap
She's not my type, she not turnt up enough
Expensive bitch, pay some hundred for lunch

Stackin' 'em bricks and she rockin' like six
She 'bout her bidness, she stay on her shit
Walk in Chanel, cop her two or three purses
Fuck it, right now, it's a hundred for verses

Bottega trainers, she run to that munyun
On a opp day, ride around with a Hyundai
Racks in the pillow case, I do not need a safe
When you gon' strike, make sure they do not see your face
I up that whistle if I feel offended
He not really like that, he just be pretendin'

She's not my type, she not turnt up enough
She not my type, she not turnt up enough
She's 'bout her bidness, so I had to cuff
She from the hood, but I put her in Prada
She was a seven, but now she a model
Bottega trainers, I got her in trainin'
Run up that pape', got accounts in the Caymans
Runnin' my hood, they be worship and praisin'

She's not my type, she ain't turnt up enough
She not my type, she ain't turnt up enough
Yeah, we fucked, but I ain't like her that much
That nigga trash, they just hypin' him up
Maybach truck outside, I'm scoopin' her up
Muscle car, foreign car, which should I whip? (Go, go, go, go)
Get shot in your face, you lil' niggas ain't slick (baow)
I raised this bank account, bitch, I'm the shit (Speak)

I'm way too big for a skeleton, Carti
I talk too much shit, man, I had to go 'Rari
Loaf boy, SG, nig can't guard me
But new strand ready and another finna harvest
Just takin' off, but the show been started (yeah)
Late, that's the Wock', got me pullin' up tardy
I shitted on purpose, better not say sorry
The brand-new foreign

Loyalty, I'm stayin' down with my niggas (loaf)
"Spoil me," that's what I hear from my bitches (both)
The chop that I got, it can't fit in my britches
AR black and brown, this the Virgil edition
This year, almost spend 'bout a ticket on opps (one)
I'm tired of sprayin' these hoe ass niggas
The back of the Glock got a lil' bitty box
You tap on the trigger, it let off a 50

Hit it (grrt), hit it (grrt), hit it (grrt), hit it (grrt)
Who want the smoke? I don't hear nothin', crickets
Why niggas hate? I don't know, I don't get it
I know what it is, they see competition
They know I'm a threat
Extra, doin' too much

These niggas actors, but not like a movie 'cause they don't get paid (broke)
Not like a trick (no)
I'm a investor
Lift up your tutties, move you out of state

She's not my type, she ain't turnt up enough
She not my type, she ain't turnt up enough
Yeah, we fucked, but I ain't like her that much
That nigga trash, they just hypin' him up
Maybach truck outside, I'm scoopin' her up
Muscle car, foreign car, which should I whip?
Get shot in your face, you lil' niggas ain't slick
I raised this bank account, bitch, I'm the shit