Turnt Lyrics – SCY Jimm
Singer: SCY Jimm
Title: Turnt
Mmm, haha, ayy, ayy, yeah
[Big SCY sh#t, ya know what I’m sayin’?
Gang sh#t, f#ck a n#gg#
Youngin turnt up out this b#tch [Turnt up out this b#tch
n#gg# come ’round playin’ [Gloww, boww], he gon’ get burned up out this b#tch [Gloww-gloww
I’ll kill a rat, I pray my brothers never snitch [I’ll a kill a rat, that’s on gang
One hand on that steering wheel, the other one on that blick [That fire
n#gg# backwards, get some money before you try to drop a diss
Know I keep that cutta, n#gg#, watch how you approach [Watch how you approach
I pray a n#gg# never snake me ’cause I’ll have to cut his throat [I’ll have to cut his throat
If I call you gang, then you my brother, treat you like my folk [On gang
Do whatever for my n#gg#s, slang that iron, lie under oath [Lie under oath
All-black like a crow or some’, I’m fly as a pelican [Phew, phew, phew
If it ain’t ’bout money, sex, and drugs, that sh#t irrelevant [Ayy, that sh#t irrelevant
Wait ’til I kick the door down, n#gg#, I’ma let them steppers in [I’ma let them members in
I don’t care who don’t like me, I’m more turnt than I ever been [Ayy, ayy, ayy
Bigger bag, b#tch, we finna need a bigger safe [Bigger safe
These n#gg#s hoes, I’ll say that to a n#gg# face [In a n#gg# face
Let ’em play, I got this big pistol on my waist [Gloww, boww, boww, boww
He out of line, we put a b#tch n#gg# in his place [Ayy, ayy, ayy
Ayy, this sh#t factual [Huh
I’ll still tote that ratchet, I don’t care if I’m dressed in casual [n#gg#, I still tote that ratchet, n#gg#
The plug number too high, we hit his #ss ’cause I ain’t taxable [Ayy, ayy, gimme that sh#t
n#gg#s pure p#ss#, y’all jokes, so impractical [Hahaha
b#tch, we grew up hittin’ licks [Huh], runnin’ ’round tryna take sh#t [Ayy, runnin’ ’round tryna take sh#t
I don’t trust nan n#gg# [Nan n#gg#], I can’t stand a fake b#tch [I can’t stand a fake b#tch
Let a n#gg# run up wrong [Hoo, hoo], he gon’ get his face hit [Gloww, boww
n#gg#s outchea switchin’ sides, gotta make it make sense [Come on, man
And you bleed just like I bleed, brand-new Glock, it came fully
This ain’t Matrix, you can’t dodge these bullets, you can’t dodge these bullets
I got big gas in my ‘Wood, I’m gettin’ higher every time I pull it
I hope the Lord forgive me, I be doin’ sh#t I know I shouldn’t
Youngin turnt up out this b#tch [Turnt up out this b#tch
n#gg# come ’round playin’ [Gloww, boww], he gon’ get burned up out this b#tch [Gloww-gloww
I’ll kill a rat, I pray my brothers never snitch [I’ll a kill a rat, that’s on gang
One hand on that steering wheel, the other one on that blick [That fire
n#gg# backwards, get some money before you try to drop a diss
You n#gg#s p#ss#, n#gg#, on gang
Yeah, n#gg#, ya know I’m sayin’? f#ck a n#gg#, know I’m sayin’?
n#gg# don’t want no smoke, ya know I’m sayin’?
These n#gg#s be hoes, these n#gg#s be b#tches, ya know I’m sayin’?
I’m fresh out, n#gg#, I’m back, n#gg#, f#ck a n#gg#, yeah
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