Hodgy - Turnt Down lyrics

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