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Letra : Okay I’m Turnt (Freestyle)
Cause Chaos b*t*h
(Greeno)
RIP to Prince X, mehn
Long live Jah
Okay, I'm turnt
At the party, f**k 'round, pu**y boy, and you get burnt
Actin' up, you actin' buff, you f**k 'round, you get murked
These n***as b*t*hes, mm, I get it
Sauce, b*t*h, I'm with it, uh, I get it
Shots at your fitted (Ayy), mm, I did it
Yuh, I did it, yuh, I did it
N***as askin' where I get my drip at
Told a n***a throw a backpack, n***a, back-back, hmm
Asking for the money, where your racks at?
If you ain't my brother, told a f**k n***a "Hush that", uh
Cartier, Cartier, throwing shade, uh
Asian b*t*h really like to crochet, uh
And my wrist never like throwing shade, uh
Came to the crib off of Kool-Aid, ayy
Okay, i'm turnt
I don't give a f**k it's not my turn
Just get into the game make them burn
Yeah, i'm thе king, i'm the don
When i'm done, y'all gonna adorn
Roast y'all likе a corn
I ain't gonna stop to be on top - i ain't gonna flop
I'm gonna play that ball as i lob
I'm gonna f**k that b*t*h even though i'm not her love
Wash on a n***a like a Alum
Arrow on me, Iron on me pull up in the way if he wanna try me
Don't sleep on me, are you dumb?, pu**y boy
N***a take you to the dump
Where you from?, as i stomp and storm
Okay, I'm turnt
At the party, f**k 'round, pu**y boy, and you get burnt
Actin' up, you actin' buff, you f**k 'round, you get murked
These n***as b*t*hes, mm, I get it
Sauce, b*t*h, I'm with it, uh, I get it
Shots at your fitted (Ayy), mm, I did it
Yuh, I did it, yuh, I did it
N***as askin' where I get my drip at
Told a n***a throw a backpack, n***a, back-back, hmm
Asking for the money, where your racks at?
If you ain't my brother, told a f**k n***a "Hush that", uh
Cartier, Cartier, throwing shade, uh
Asian b*t*h really like to crochet, uh
And my wrist never like throwing shade, uh
Came to the crib off of Kool-Aid, ayy
Huhn, okay ayy
What this b*t*h n***a say?
His rap so dry like he got a AID
I think he needs a aid
I think a Dog just bite him maybe he got a Rabis
I ain't gonna stop - i ain't gonna stop this
I'm gonna type him out, call me a typist
(Greeno)
RIP to Prince X, mehn
Long live Jah
Okay, I'm turnt
At the party, f**k 'round, pu**y boy, and you get burnt
Actin' up, you actin' buff, you f**k 'round, you get murked
These n***as b*t*hes, mm, I get it
Sauce, b*t*h, I'm with it, uh, I get it
Shots at your fitted (Ayy), mm, I did it
Yuh, I did it, yuh, I did it
N***as askin' where I get my drip at
Told a n***a throw a backpack, n***a, back-back, hmm
Asking for the money, where your racks at?
If you ain't my brother, told a f**k n***a "Hush that", uh
Cartier, Cartier, throwing shade, uh
Asian b*t*h really like to crochet, uh
And my wrist never like throwing shade, uh
Came to the crib off of Kool-Aid, ayy
Okay, i'm turnt
I don't give a f**k it's not my turn
Just get into the game make them burn
Yeah, i'm thе king, i'm the don
When i'm done, y'all gonna adorn
Roast y'all likе a corn
I ain't gonna stop to be on top - i ain't gonna flop
I'm gonna play that ball as i lob
I'm gonna f**k that b*t*h even though i'm not her love
Wash on a n***a like a Alum
Arrow on me, Iron on me pull up in the way if he wanna try me
Don't sleep on me, are you dumb?, pu**y boy
N***a take you to the dump
Where you from?, as i stomp and storm
Okay, I'm turnt
At the party, f**k 'round, pu**y boy, and you get burnt
Actin' up, you actin' buff, you f**k 'round, you get murked
These n***as b*t*hes, mm, I get it
Sauce, b*t*h, I'm with it, uh, I get it
Shots at your fitted (Ayy), mm, I did it
Yuh, I did it, yuh, I did it
N***as askin' where I get my drip at
Told a n***a throw a backpack, n***a, back-back, hmm
Asking for the money, where your racks at?
If you ain't my brother, told a f**k n***a "Hush that", uh
Cartier, Cartier, throwing shade, uh
Asian b*t*h really like to crochet, uh
And my wrist never like throwing shade, uh
Came to the crib off of Kool-Aid, ayy
Huhn, okay ayy
What this b*t*h n***a say?
His rap so dry like he got a AID
I think he needs a aid
I think a Dog just bite him maybe he got a Rabis
I ain't gonna stop - i ain't gonna stop this
I'm gonna type him out, call me a typist
