lirik lagu scy jimm – turnt
[intro]
mmm, haha, ayy, ayy, yeah
(big scy sh~t, ya know what i’m sayin’?)
gang sh~t, f~ck a n~gga
(big t2t sh~t, n~ggas know i’m trained to trap, n~gga knowin’ what it is)
[chorus]
youngin turnt up out this b~tch (turnt up out this b~tch)
n~gga come ’round playin’ (gloww, boww), he gon’ get burned up out this b~tch (gloww~gloww)
i’ll k!ll a rat, i pray my brothers never snitch (i’ll a k!ll a rat, that’s on gang)
one hand on that steering wheel, the other one on that bl!ck (that fire)
n~gga backwards, get some money before you try to drop a diss
[verse 1]
know i keep that cutta, n~gga, watch how you approach (watch how you approach)
i pray a n~gga 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~ggas, 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, s~x, and drugs, that sh~t irrelevant (ayy, that sh~t irrelevant)
wait ’til i kick the door down, n~gga, 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~ggas hoes, i’ll say that to a n~gga face (in a n~gga 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~gga 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~gga, i still tote that ratchet, n~gga)
the plug number too high, we hit his ass ’cause i ain’t taxable (ayy, ayy, gimme that sh~t)
n~ggas pure p~ssy, y’all jokes, so impractical (hahaha)
b~tch, we grew up hittin’ l!cks (huh), runnin’ ’round tryna take sh~t (ayy, runnin’ ’round tryna take sh~t)
i don’t trust nan n~gga (nan n~gga), i can’t stand a fake b~tch (i can’t stand a fake b~tch)
let a n~gga run up wrong (hoo, hoo), he gon’ get his face hit (gloww, boww)
n~ggas 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
[chorus]
youngin turnt up out this b~tch (turnt up out this b~tch)
n~gga come ’round playin’ (gloww, boww), he gon’ get burned up out this b~tch (gloww~gloww)
i’ll k!ll a rat, i pray my brothers never snitch (i’ll a k!ll a rat, that’s on gang)
one hand on that steering wheel, the other one on that bl!ck (that fire)
n~gga backwards, get some money before you try to drop a diss
[outro]
you n~ggas p~ssy, n~gga, on gang
yeah, n~gga, ya know i’m sayin’? f~ck a n~gga, know i’m sayin’?
n~gga don’t want no smoke, ya know i’m sayin’?
these n~ggas be hoes, these n~ggas be b~tches, ya know i’m sayin’?
i’m fresh out, n~gga, i’m back, n~gga, f~ck a n~gga, yeah
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