Turnt Down

Lyrics

[Verse] All the way turned up, all the way turned down Blowing clouds of a smoke like a Ferrari when it burns out White girl brunette, she don't gotta sweat her perm out But she eat my apple when the fucking w-worms out I live in fast lane, fast lane fury Never in court, fuck the judge and the jury My minds in a race cause my time's in a hurry Catch a fish nigga and fry him like he curry Yo, wait until I take off, wait until I take off Bring your bitch along cause I catch her like it's baseball And she run them bases nigga and she run them bases Bitch she bringing home dome on a daily basis Eighty five-year-old rocking RMK flannel With supreme khakis and some Gucci sandals Bitch I'm on a beach and the beach name is fuck I catch an orgasm every time you suck Bitch I'm on the grind like I grind my teeth Put you niggas in tortillas cause I grind my beef And I poke her face just like I'm playing poker Chilling like a villain painting faces like the Joker Tipping on 44's while I'm tipped on Jerry Sailor Smoke so much weed I need a muthafucking inhaler I'm on another level, pull down the leverage Bitch I quench the thirsty pass the muthafucking beverage