B-Lovee, Dougie B - TURNT lyrics

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Grrah
Grrah-grrah
Look
Fuck all the opps we gon'-
First think it's sweet
We gon' click at his hat
Fed's on our ass but we makin' it-
Look

Fuck all the opps
Spin the front and the back
If we catch a opp lackin'
We click at his hat
Fed's on our ass but we makin' it tact'
I'm bussin', I'm geekin', I can not relax
You lovin' that thot
But we hit her in the trap
If he throw up OY then he meetin' his death
I'ma tweak on a bitch if
She droppin' the set
Pour a deuce in a Faygo, I sip for the stress

If he movin' wocky then I'm bound to react
Bullets beat on his chest and
Then come out his back
Who lookin' for me? They know where I'm at
He come through my way
Put the beam on his chest
I be tryna trust, she keep lyin' to me
Bitches out here, they be dyin' to meet
Everywhere that I go, keep the iron on me
I'm too deep in this shit
Niggas plottin' on me
One in the head, heard he slidin' on me
You get caught at the light
Then I'm flockin' the V'
I see the opps, I ain't coppin' a plea
I got new opps I been dyin' to meet
If he up it on me then he dyin' with' me
No I ain't gon play
I'm gon' up it then flame
We smokin' on bro
Make him dance like he Dane
And he hit the floor
Put some feets on his brain
But I don't need to be broke
To go snatch me a chain
I don't need me a pill to go pour some'
Bang
BigDieY, we ain't jackin' that Gang
If he scream RPT, then we lettin' it flame
We get money, we get tipsy
And get ugly, clips empty
So don't try to run 'cause
I'm gon' get risky
We gon' run if he run
I'm gon' turn him to Ricky
Get the addy, we right at his doormat
First one come to the door
Make 'em fall back
Young shooters, I swear that they on that
They get it done and they
Spinnin' the four pack

Step in my shoes
That shit give you the chills
Got a mill' on my name
If he dead it's a mill'
I ain't dissin' no mo'
Let the son and me chill
Swisher Sweet, it been tweak
Give a fuck how you feel
If he mention the dead
Bet he flyin' with Dub'
I ain't speak on the dead
Cause I really got love
Oh they linked in the back?
Then the feature a dub
(AAAAOOOO)
Now look
One false move then I blast in this bitch
Like
One quick spin, then we clapped 'em quick
If you scream the wrong gang
We ain't havin' that shit
Gotta stay in one side
Gotta die with that clique
And when I come around
Niggas laughin' and shit
But when I'm not around they
Be chattin' and shit
Never settle for nothin'
Gotta keep it buggy
If she try to line, I'ma die with the bitch
Grrah-grrah, bah bah, bussin' and shit
GBG, DOA up in this shit
Ain't no love in this bitch
Give a fuck who you with'
Big EBK, give a fuck who you is

Fuck all the opps
Spin the front and the back
If we catch a opp lackin'
We click at his hat
Fed's on our ass but we makin' it tact'
I'm bussin', I'm geekin', I can not relax
You lovin' that thot
But we hit her in the trap
If he throw up OY then he meetin' his death
I'ma tweak on a bitch if
She droppin' the set
Pour a deuce in a Faygo, I sip for the stress

Droppin' a O, we keep it official
'Sup DieOY? We gon' keep an assist
Let's tweak on a bitch
That's BigDieOY, we gon keep all the shit