B Lovee – Turnt Lyrics

Glahh
Glahh Glahh
Look
Fuck all the opps we gon’-
First think its sweet, we gon’ click at his hat
Feds on our ass but we makin’ it-
Look

Fuck all the opps, spin the front n’ 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 duece 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’ to me
No I ain’t gon play, I’m gon’ up it then flame
We smokin’ on bro, make him diss like he Dane
And he hit the floor, put some feet’s 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 sumn’, bang
BigDieOY 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 4 pack

Step in my shoes, that shit give you the chills
Got a mil’ on my name, if he dead its a mil’
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
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’ ‘n shit
But when I’m not around they be chattin’ ‘n shit
Never settle for nothin’, gotta keep it buggy
If she try to line I’ma die with the bitch
Glahh Glahh, Baaa Baaa,┬ábussin’ and shit
GBG, DOA up in this shit
Ain’t no love in this bitch, give a fuck who you wit’
Big EBK, give a fuck who you is

Fuck all the opps, spin the front n’ 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 duece in a Faygo, I sip for the stress

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