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Gimme some turn up (gimme some raw shit)
Gimme some shit that's gon' make niggas
Pull out they pistols and commit a murder (summa dat uh)
But only if they got to, oh my God, I shot you
I snuck in this bitch with my burner (with that boom)
Yeah, I'm that nigga they heard of, uh
Givin' out shells no turkey
Pullin' up Double R in this bitch swervin'
She didn't wanna do that on Monday
I ain't trippin' text back came
And brought me that pussy on Thursday
In this bitch with that blicky they heard me (and they heard)
Take them balls and she dribble no jersey
Take that meat, and she eat it no burger (she eat)
Fuck with me gotta be freaky, no virgin (no V)
Niggas buying hoes sneakers and purses (can't believe)
Niggas buying hoes sneakers and purses
Two hundred pounds of OG for my verses (two hundred)
And I still got that pussy for free
I ain't paying no hoe to fuck me, bitch I'm perfect (uh-uh)
Still might get you a flight if you worth it
I been turned down for a minute I can pay
Have me walk down on a nigga (fuck 'em)
He can die now got him got him felons (go)
He get bust down when you spin 'em (yeah)
If she ain't a slut gotta get on (gone)
Can I get fucked when I get home? (Dee)
Cap ass rap niggas just getting juiced
I been turned up since a flip phone, yeah
If she ain't a slut gotta get on, gone
Can I get fucked when I get home? (yeah)
Lace ya shoes up put the fit on nigga
Hoppin' out the truck with that shit on lookin' like
Gimme some turn up (I need some raw shit)
Gimme some shit that's gon' make niggas
Pull out they pistols and commit a murder (summa dat uh)
But only if they got to, oh my God, I shot you
I snuck in this bitch with my burner (with that boom)
Yeah, I'm that nigga they heard of, uh
Givin' out shells no turkey
Pullin' up Double R in this bitch swervin', bitch
Baby On Baby 2
Yeah
Uh
Go