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[Chorus] I'm so turnt in here, ayy I'm not insecure, ayy Run up and get did, ayy Rock extended clips, ayy [Verse] Pullin' up, purple starship, man Double-cup, only way to sip, man Smoking gas, higher than the ceilin' So drunk, it's no way to live, man Sippin' Wock 'cause I am a sick man Got a Glock, I feel like a big man Camping out like we in a picnic Leather gloves, lets get down to business Keep my ears outside, straight litmas I don't wanna talk to po on Christmas Nigga said I fucked his ho, but I didn't Okay, yeah, I did it On his head like a fitted On her bed, tryna kick it See jewelry, I'ma lick it I don't like niggas, we not linkin' Movin' white, Jesse Pinkman If you do it right, you can get it Snorting coke up, ingest it Give me money or get popped like the rest did And I'm looking for the cheese like it's Nesquik Try runnin' up on me, you'll be dead quick Watch the shit go down like it's Netflix When I'm going crazy's when they listen And I'm with your lady, countin' Benjamins Now I got her all excited I just give this bitch my private Even though I'm finna one-night— [Outro] Ah, ah, ah-ah-ah Ah-ah-ah, ah-ah-ah (I'm so turnt in here, ayy) Ah-ah-ah, ah-ah-ah (I'm so turnt in here, ayy) Ah-ah-ah, ah-ah-ah (I'm so turnt in here, ayy) Ah-ah-ah, ah-ah-ah (I'm so turnt in here, ayy) Ah-ah-ah, ah-ah-ah (I'm so turnt in here, ayy) Ah-ah-ah, ah-ah-ah (I'm so turnt in here, ayy) Ah-ah-ah, ah
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- quinn