Too Turnt (NTS)

Bitch, I'm too turnt, ayy, ridin' in foreign cars, I'm slidin' every day
I don't even know which one to drive, when it get like me, you would deal with the same
Yo, bitch, gimmie top, tryna see what's on her mind, she give good knowledge with that brain
Bitch, I'm too turnt, you can't turn me down Bitch, we not the same
Nah, nah, nah, we not the same
Nah, nah, nah, we not the same
Sometimes you can't follow the rules, wanna get it like me, you gotta go against the grain
Cutlass, drippin' with candy paint, za za season, bitch, it stank (woah, woah)

Come with straight heat like it's Texas, my strap reliable like my Lexus
Watch your tone, sendin' the wrong message
Bitch, I'm straight, applyin' that pressure
Too turnt, chillin' up my section
Droppin' knowledge, bitch, I'm your professor
And your ass better follow directions
Kush cloudin' up my lungs
Only put my trust in my funds (woah)
You niggas like my sons
Ok you c my chopper clap like it's thunder, put you on the news like a one-hit wonder
Now you gone six feet deep under, if you not gon' slide, don't call me your brudda
Bitch, it is what it is

Bitch, I'm too turnt, ayy, ridin' in foreign cars, I'm slidin' every day
I don't even know which one to drive, when it get like me, you would deal with the same
Yo, bitch, gimmie top, tryna see what's on her mind, she give good knowledge with that brain
Bitch, I'm too turnt, you can't turn me down Bitch, we not the same
Nah, nah, nah, we not the same
Nah, nah, nah, we not the same
Sometimes you can't follow the rules, wanna get it like me, you gotta go against the grain
Cutlass, drippin' with candy paint, za za season, bitch, it stank



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Writer(s): Binoo A
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