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Letra : Turnt Shit

Alright, come on
Yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Sh*ttyBoyz

Huh, still punk-a** in the trenches
You was up in cla**, f**k?that,?I need chicken
BabyTron,?yeah, I got thrust, I be?sh*tting
Hundred round drum, yeah, the nuts, I be tripping
Just touch down in TX like Ezekiel
Turn around, b*t*h broke her neck, I'm with TRL
F**k yo dead mans, brother man, y'all can meet in Hell
2017, touched thirty off of sneaker sells

I need the money, need it pronto
Everybody in the fam, boy, I feel like Lonzo
I'm at a BNB and it's full of dime hoes
I got enough for all of y'all, my d**k a fonto
F**k with the Sh*ttyBoyz, yeah, they on what I'm on
You could see we getting pape with yo ?ye closed
Every tim? she give me head, she take my soul
I want the head but she gon' f**k up my clothes
Huh, strobe on the Glock, when I point, he gon' have a seizure
Told her it was love but I forgot, think I got amnesia
Banker on me, I'll let it sing but it's not Anita
Lil' b*t*h f**king with a shrimp, caught him rocking Fila
Small fry but I'm rolling with a big MAC
If you hear that and that, that's the big Challey
Nah, for real, big step 'cause my kicks [?]
Why when she with me the only time that yo b*t*h happy?

Seventeen, no ID, letting [?] fly
We got the ups so you can't shoot us like them one guys
Gang [?] so the [?] he on Trump time
My n***as don't know sh*t but scam, punch, slide
Got her back like a camel 'cause it's hump time
This sh*t something you can't handle, did enough trying
You won't get my d**k up, can only touch dimes
Sh*t on n***as, posterized when it's flush time

Tron brought the hoes, told him bring them through
Told her, "When I'm done with yo friend, I'ma finish you"
Come through spitting, think my AR got a missing tooth
She got in the whip like, "Hold on, boy, you got a missing roof"
Stan, spin the block, I think I seen them n***as on the corner
Spanish thang with me, don't mistake my baby for a foreigner
Old blues on me, Tron told me I'm a real hoarder
Let me get the Henny, two more seconds and I'm moving towards her
Hold on, b*t*h, you in a different bag than them
I know she wanna f**k, she like [?]
"Boy, what's in your fanny?", ho, stop asking
B*t*h, it's cash in there
They had to kick her out after I f**k, I heard the cab was here
But it's for certain that my b*t*h the baddest
my sh*t hydraulics, see who whip the fastest
Masi, or the Beamer, know we trip in traffic
Balenciagas or the Saint Laurent, you know we into fashion

Sushi roll in the suit got me [?]
Score lopsided, three pointer, we gon' hit his basket
Splash around, yeah, yeah, I'm a drippy b*st*rd
My opps somewhere mad as hell, boy, or they in a casket
Exotic pop, yeah, I gargle then I burp
Either got the Bape with some Bari on my shirt
Pipe it down, yeah, we leave Cartis on the curb
Need a forty-one, they can't guard me like I'm Dirk

doing all the dancing, it's a party on my shirt
Fishy-a** pu**y, calamari when she squirt
Tryna be a bad boy, throw him like Larry in the dirt
At the football games wet, Kalahari on the turf
Ask baby what she want and she told me a RP
Do you know what these do? Give yo pu**y heartbeats
Me and gang hanging at your crib like some car keys
We ain't slide down, n***a, we gon' make your car swing
Hmm, I'm with TRL
Glocky hanging out the Bape trunks, f**k a CPL
B*t*h, you can have a thousand eyes, you won't see me fail
Opps say it's smoke with the gang, I bet we in Hell

Zaza [?] everywhere, I can't help the smell
I'm tryna beat yo back in and I'm so for real
All I see is green like gang gon' go as well
If they sit you in that room, you can't know or tell

Purple jeans on but they tan, she keep asking how
Balling so hard they gotta hack, ref call a foul
Scamming for a year and made a band? Throw in the towel
.762, you ain't heard? These'll kill a cow

Oh, you think I'm gon' let you hit the road and find us in your L's?
Baby, we been balling in the mall, think we from [?]
Tryna eat my n***a for that chicken, you gon' eat a shell
You don't see no money or juggs, all you see is jail

Lame-a** n***a
TRL sh*t, Camp sh*t
What up, Sh*ttyBoyz?