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Big Turnt
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Mm, huh
Bitch, I'm Mr. Go Up In The Storage, huh
Bitch, I'm Mr. Go Up In The Storage, jam the chip then dip
Told brodie stop the scam shit, I'm a hypocrite
Sick that the F&N jammed at the pistol whip
Turban off the foreign sneaks, looking like a immigrant
I know you sick you working six to six
RTAs off the Goose Coke, got the blick equipped
Exclusive drop on Melrose, you can't get this drip
Punch God, I ain't never ever once slipped a zip
Robbed a nigga yesterday, he got pistol whipped
I got dog shit on me like I slipped in shit
Three point five in my 'Wood, this bitch thick as shit
I'll beat a nigga ass like an instrument
.223S make a nigga Jeff Hardy flip
He let a nigga sell him fake-ass Drac' and I know he sick
I went to school with that nigga, man, I know he bitch
I got all blues on me, but I'm not no Crip
Fuck, shit, damn (He's on the roof)
Huh, huh, yeah
I got red bottoms on, but I'm not no Blood
Bitch, I left two hundred at the crib, but I got a dub
Buck, shit, damn, he ran up and he caught some slugs
Buck, shit, damn, I might fall, bitch, I'm off the drugs
Phew, phew, let me catch my balance
That is not the paparazzi, bitch, the weapon flashing
Looking like the Jabbawockeez how the necklace dancing
Get him stripped out his kit if I send them bandits
I'll put green on yo head like a caesar salad
Went to his hood the other day, he is not valid
High as hell in the booth while I'm off acid
Me and Tron in the booth, we just rap captions
Yo homeboy raps wack as fuck, he be rap capping
If you catch that nigga outside, twist his hat backwards
I can't let my nigga 'round rappers, he a jackrabbit
I don't really trust none of these niggas, they be backstabbing
Full court all year, I'ma keep pressing
Fuck an eighthy Backwood, got a three-seven
Shit, fully switch and turn this bitch up in three seconds
Hoppin' out McLarens OT, probably cheese spreading
Big turnt, dumbass boy, I been turnt
Unky need a damn gold medal for that wrist work
Off-White addict, this week this my sixth shirt
I was down twenty to my name, weighing shit worse
Keep playing, lil' nigga, I'ma put you on a t-shirt
Granny said, "Quit getting high, nigga, gotta eat first"
You paid a nigga for a feature, got a weak verse
You keep sitting on yo ass, I know the seat hurt
Since a young-ass nigga, I been lit forever
I don't see him nowhere like he on tether
They know not to play with gang, niggas know better
One call can get him blown like a fucking feather
Told Danny G, "Punch me in", bitch, we at the lab
These niggas ain't on shit like the fucking Cavs
New gen' Glocky stick, fuck around and up the mag'
My weed stink bad, I gotta take a bath
One call to them Hellraisers, they'll flame his ass
When my shooter do hits, he be taking cabs
You pay for stu' time just to go and make some trash
When yo Distro' check come, I'ma take yo cash
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