Turn It Up
Spitta Razus
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Turn me up It's Spitta bitch don't call me Kevin kuz I hate my name Scope & a beam on the pistol kuz I hate to aim This a big bombaclot glock My Jamaican flame They like looka rude boi yah that's a Jamaican wave S/o to all the OG's That paved the way Shots out to all the old fees That made me pain I been making small moves but in a major way I'm bossy like that bald dude I feel like Major Pain I don't f*ck with none of my friends because they turnt they back When I tried to call behind them walls they couldn't answer that Now I'm gettin' cake in the future gotta hand me that I'm riding witta drake in the future where they asses @ Big burnin' hole in my soul my heart done froze cold Ice skatin' on a nigga hoe like I'm frozone Diamonds shining watch a nigga glow metal rose gold I don't wanna love u bitch dig out your pussy hole S/o to True Hill that's my nigga got a AR pistol We'll smoke the whole city up watch this lighter flicker I'll blow the whole bity up ridin' wit my blicka & we tell them hoes giddy up ride it till u drizzle Put her on a magic school bus now she Ms.Frizzle Imma mean motherfuckin' real nigga to the bone grizzle New Orleans 6th ward nigga free B Gizzle I feel like big boy nigga you's a lil nigga Let me get back to the bars I almost 4 got Let me see the clamps I done drop the fork in the pot U want the shit ready to snort or u want a rock? If u boutta come to me short I'm boutta close the shop God had a plan for ya man this ain't no mistake Like he had a hand on ya man he took off all the weight Bitch think I'm boutta feed her I know the hoe been smoking shake I tell the bitch bust it open put the pussy on the plate No I ain't about to eat her bitch I'm boutta serve away Like you gone feel my pimp hand bitch you boutta learn today Chilling with the sig on my side like it's my best friend I can whip the wheel and shoot the 9 with my left hand I'm a real 5 I got jumped in and blessed in I told that nigga raise your hand to talk to me like it's a question My scope caught the guy I'm like I didn't even see the nigga I'm really a family guy like I'm Peter Griffin Bitches lie a lot and I still don't be believin' niggas My Glock sing to niggas you would think I brought Aaliyah with me I'm really the perpetrator I could never be the victim Street sweeper cleaned everything up didn't even leave a witness Damn! I'm unfuckwittable Nigga tried to do what I did that shit was pitiful He tried to do the job couldn't even get pass the interview Gold mouth glock totin' pants saggin' city dude Damn! I'm unfuckwittable Nigga tried to do what I did that shit was pitiful He tried to do the job couldn't even get pass the interview Gold mouf Glock totin' pants saggin' city dude
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