Young N Turnt

(I get my work from the narcos)

I get up in the morning and I'm starin', I'm lookin' at you with three P's on the dresser

And I look at my phone and I'm missin' like twenty-four calls, man, this bitch bein' extra

I don't care what you heard, I don't care 'bout the rumors, in person, my ****, address it

I take off on the Addy, can't catch him, and the Youngin, I'll kill for the price, it was better

And we step on a **** ass, send his ass down to hell, nah, he can't go up to heaven

Uh, uh, if you scared, better talk to a reverend

Uh, catch an opp **** and stretch him, we send him to heaven

And we sellin' gas just like 7-Eleven

I watch out for the neighbors, them **** be tellin'

And snitches get stitches, we teach 'em a lesson

Ayy, if the bitch curve me, then she missin' her blessing

I don't got a heart, lil' bitch, I am not Kevin

I got a white ho, that bitch look just like Ellen

And I keep me a roll and I keep me a weapon

Me and my Glock side to side like the number eleven

Let off thirty-two shots and my aim be so steady

I'm fuckin' that ho while these **** be jelly

Won't beef on the internet, won't show no pity

Set them **** up just like Tommy off Belly

Got murder on my mind, bitch, I feel like I'm Melly

Ayy, ayy, ayy, I popped a Perky, that bitch got me sweaty

I bust down a packy, that bitch super smelly

My **** retarded like Ed, Edd n Eddy

I spread a big bun like a peanut butter jelly

Got a bitch from the South eat the dick like American Deli

Uh, uh, uh, get in that pussy and punch

Smokin' exotic, Backwood full of Runtz

Uh and these opps on my dick up in songs

To be honest, this lil' **** really my son

And I ain't goin' for shit, **** reach in this bitch and it come off a head and an arm

Uh, she was hurt, gave her dick just to heal her

And I'm pushin' that work like a big bodybuilder

Uh, all these motherfuckin' P's, I'ma lift 'em, uh

And these 7.62s, they gon' come out the Drac', I ain't gon' lie, that's a big-body killer

Uh, and it's either you feel us or you just gon' kill us or really just learn to deal with us

Uh, and I promise to get money regardless

Me and Guap back to back, boy, I swear we the hardest

Rock out with Dracos and Carbons

I ain't tryna be a lawyer, I ain't doin' no arguin'

Big-booty bitch from New Orleans

And I'm sippin' drank, should've played for the Oilers

Ridin' in the whip with a spoiler, ayy

And these hoes want me to spoil 'em, but I just avoid 'em

Ayy, in the trap nine to five, I'm a loyal employer

If my hoes get annoying, I try to ignore 'em (Yeah)

When I got the game, it didn't come with controller

And my phone blowin' up, might go back Motorola

Ayy, ayy, ayy, play with lil' Youngin, I'm poppin' for somethin'

Ran it up quick, I got licks and I trap like a bitch

Sold them stains, they be shoppin' for somethin'

You got a stick, but ain't poppin' for nothin'

And my lil' bitch too thick, I be all in her guts

Ayy, and 12 be all on my dick, if they jump 'hind the whip

Swear to God I ain't stoppin' for nothin'

And I got the bitch suckin' dick like I paid the ho money

But on gang, I ain't give the bitch nothin'

And you know I'll flash on a ****, might crash on a ****

Boy, on gang, don't push my button

And you better not bring your ho with you, me and Guapo gon' get her

Now the bitch done got cropped out the picture

And you know them young **** crooked, get shot just for lookin'

I came out, was thuggin' with hoodlums