Turnt

Turnt Lyrics Meanings
by SoloDaGoat

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Turnt Lyrics

Turnt
You fuckin on that ho but ain't she Burnt
Beat a nigga ass, I got bloody stains all On my shirt
She get nasty off da Henny, I ain't have to Pop a perc
Say she tired from her shift, I ain't goin Get to work
Pack in, I had to get it off like Jalen Hurts
Talking crazy bout my dead brudda, We put you in the dirt
Caught him lackin he's a dead runner, His face all on yo shirt
Say that boy done disappeared, best believe that nigga murked
I had to get it on my own, I ain't want nobody help
I got some Patnas wit da shits, they not Afraid to step
Hit em once, now he seeing black & White just like a ref
Niggas switching, gotta stay down for The ones that never left
You losing motivation, put some pep Up in yo step
Turned yo back on yo brudda, certain Shit I can't accept
Hit that bih w no rubber, finna name The baby Jeff
Don't compare me to no nigga with These hoes, cause I'm a flex
I only see me at the top, I ain't worried Bout the rest
I think I I lied to that bih & said her Pussy was the best
Talking crazy all on insta, nigga say it With yo chest
Buddy broke tryna beef wit niggas, go & cop a Check
All these niggas playa hatin
Betta go & chase ya dreams ain't got Time for no waitin
I been working everyday, I done ran Out of patience
Left that nigga the in the parking lot And the shit was vacant
Turnt
You fuckin on that ho but ain't she Burnt
Beat a nigga ass, I got bloody stains all On my shirt
She get nasty off da Henny, I ain't have to Pop a perc
Say she tired from her shift, I ain't goin Get to work
Pack in, I had to get it off like Jalen Hurts
Talking crazy bout my dead brudda, We put you in the dirt
Caught him lackin he's a dead runner, His face all on yo shirt
Say that boy done disappeared, best believe that nigga murked
Damn, best believe that nigga gone
Ain't replyin to yo texts & he ain't Pickin up the phone
Ever since the age of 16, I felt like I Was grown
Sneakin females in & out the spot, my Mama wasn't home
I ain't callin, I ain't textin, I ain't doing Nun of that
I got my ways & some plays, Solo made Another rack
Being honest got me litty, Solo made Another stack
Spittin stupid in the booth, my brother Told me run it back
Fitted on my head
Gucci on my feet
Casamigos in my cup
I'm stayin up cause I can't sleep
I ain't worried bout no fame cause all I Wanna do is eat
If you can't respect my music then you Climbed the wrong tree
Shout out to my sister, shout out to da Gang
Issa Whole Lotta Guap, now I'm Finna Cop a chain
I just ord ered hella strippers now I'm Finna make it rain
Ain't no friends In this shit, know this Shit a dirty game

Turnt
You fuckin on that ho but ain't she Burnt
Beat a nigga ass, I got bloody stains all On my shirt
She get nasty off da Henny, I ain't have to Pop a perc
Say she tired from her shift, I ain't goin Get to work
Pack in, I had to get it off like Jalen Hurts
Talking crazy bout my dead brudda, We put you in the dirt
Caught him lackin he's a dead runner, His face all on yo shirt
Say that boy done disappeared, best believe that nigga murked
I had to get it on my own, I ain't want nobody help
I got some Patnas wit da shits, they not Afraid to step
Hit em once, now he seeing black & White just like a ref
Niggas switching, gotta stay down for The ones that never left
You losing motivation, put some pep Up in yo step
Turned yo back on yo brudda, certain Shit I can't accept
Hit that bih w no rubber, finna name The baby Jeff
Don't compare me to no nigga with These hoes, cause I'm a flex
I only see me at the top, I ain't worried Bout the rest
I think I I lied to that bih & said her Pussy was the best
Talking crazy all on insta, nigga say it With yo chest
Buddy broke tryna beef wit niggas, go & cop a Check
All these niggas playa hatin
Betta go & chase ya dreams ain't got Time for no waitin
I been working everyday, I done ran Out of patience
Left that nigga the in the parking lot And the shit was vacant
Turnt
You fuckin on that ho but ain't she Burnt
Beat a nigga ass, I got bloody stains all On my shirt
She get nasty off da Henny, I ain't have to Pop a perc
Say she tired from her shift, I ain't goin Get to work
Pack in, I had to get it off like Jalen Hurts
Talking crazy bout my dead brudda, We put you in the dirt
Caught him lackin he's a dead runner, His face all on yo shirt
Say that boy done disappeared, best believe that nigga murked
Damn, best believe that nigga gone
Ain't replyin to yo texts & he ain't Pickin up the phone
Ever since the age of 16, I felt like I Was grown
Sneakin females in & out the spot, my Mama wasn't home
I ain't callin, I ain't textin, I ain't doing Nun of that
I got my ways & some plays, Solo made Another rack
Being honest got me litty, Solo made Another stack
Spittin stupid in the booth, my brother Told me run it back
Fitted on my head
Gucci on my feet
Casamigos in my cup
I'm stayin up cause I can't sleep
I ain't worried bout no fame cause all I Wanna do is eat
If you can't respect my music then you Climbed the wrong tree
Shout out to my sister, shout out to da Gang
Issa Whole Lotta Guap, now I'm Finna Cop a chain
I just ord ered hella strippers now I'm Finna make it rain
Ain't no friends In this shit, know this Shit a dirty game

Writer(s): Gisse Lurlay
Copyright(s): Lyrics © DistroKid
Lyrics Licensed & Provided by LyricFind

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