Turnt Shit 2

Lyrics

[Intro: StanWill] Bitch, yeahh, ShittyBoyz, Dog Shit Militia, that's on every sound Bitch, what up TrDee? [Verse 1: StanWill] Unky' Trist' pourin' Better hope them sharks don't catch you fish bowlin' Call her lolli, before I pop I make her lick on it He ain't thinkin' with his cerebellum, put the blick on it This glocky got the switch on it [Verse 2: TRL] Fuck around and have to run you down, they put a hit on you TRL, the SB youngest niggas with some kits on 'em (for real) I done risked my life for this shit, you ain't risked nothin' Niggas mad 'bout they lil' hoes, 'cuz they bitch fuckin' [Verse 3: TrDee] I was hittin' niggas hoes before I had a fanbase Slammed her like the Big Show, I'm tryna make the bеd break Why the fuck you pop out with that vest likе your head safe (huh?) Strippers stop me walkin' through the door, she can smell pape [Verse 4: TRL] I smell mid in the air, that shit headache My bitch told me I was single, I'm like "yeah, okay" Your baby a [?], man lil' hoe you crazy Got real, zip him up like he rockin' Bape Bitch, I'm good anywhere, ain't gotta play it safe Just for playin' with the Camp, and you get yellow taped (don't play with us) He a small fry to me, I'm higher in the rank Just a 7 mile nigga who love sippin' drank Pick your bitch up, she licked the dick then we hit the bank Go get [?] for a tester, let it hit the H Heard it's snakes in the grass, lawnmower with the drake He hang with the opps, tag that nigga and give him shake [Verse 5: BabyTron] Every eighthy 80, ain't no Wocky round this bitch I'm still poppin' Quagey-agey MPX glockiana and I got a baby drakey BOA's goin' off the banks today I made a 80 Bitch I'm Mr. Play It Crazy [Verse 6: StanWill] Huh, if they ain't got no Virgil, babe it ain't We done ran 'em down with AR pistol, boy you can't escape All this water on our neck the bitches think we Wavy Navy Bro like Tracy he'll score a rock, his buddy aim the greatest (brrp, brrp, brrp) That's the scam jack chirp Ain't no standards in my glockiana, every mag .30 [Verse 7: TRL] When I'm in the city I tote glocky, ain't no safety on it We done had this torch for a minute so who gon' take it from us Niggas need to stop playin', actin' like they takin' somethin' 'Cuz if a nigga try that, a couple cases comin' What you heard about the cap, you know we been seen 100 And we'll put it on your top, 'cuz this shit is nothin' [Verse 8: TrDee] Freak bitch tuggin' on me, tryna fuck in public (let me off, damn) Every time money come up, you gon' change the subject (lame) He don't care 'bout no money, only where the hoes at Unky popped a Perc' and got to tweakin, Super Gremlin Kodak My bitch'll pull up shootin', she like Caitlin Clark Paint you like an artist, or like you the art [Verse 9: TRL] She say I'm a star, and she want a part We got blicks in this whip, so don't be alarmed She wanna eat at 5 star, but it's lookin' [?] Bullets make him lose weight, got him burnin' carbs I don't talk that small talk, I gotta see it large And her friend want it too, like she playin' guard Don't come to me lookin' for love, I ain't got no heart My shooter aim on point like we playin' darts You only here for a minute, baby, play your part It's a flash on a Glock, hit you in the dark We just drunk a whole pint, it's just me and Mark Cameras on the back end, use it when I park Choppa got more reach than KD, hit 'em from afar My dog just bite, he don't talk, he don't never bark Bullets from his trunk to the edges, shoot up the whole car You playin' hoe games, thinkin' you gon' go far? Put your ass on GoFundMe, you ain't even got no money Better act like you know somethin', no cap boys and no funny [Verse 10: BabyTron] Hot as fish grease, you want a verse? Then bring a 10 ball Think you fuckin' with the gang? Must be off the Fentanyl Fully switches on these bitches, tryna knock his head off Allergic to the green, I'm like "what the red cost?" V12 in it, I'mma leave the feds lost New fire six-seeker, treat this shit like [?] sauce