c n t b R 3 A L Lyrics

Turbo how I speed it up

I been feeling kinda bad

How you do that schmutty walk?

Throw the 5 on all them hoes

Bih gon ask me "are you high"

Cmon luv you oughta know (Let's go)

Brand new Palndrome

I'm boutta put a lil switch on the flow

Like how in the fuck do you kick it with Krams?

C'mere lil hoe let me tickle ya' throat

Somebody told me you mad bout a bitch

But I ain't even know that you bleed out ya pad

All of that money you making we already had(S'Go)

Black on black on black (S'Go)

Rat,rat,rat he tell

Give her that D she failed

Got me a bucket, a pail

I'm boutta jump out the gym for da dunk

Why would I beef with a boy thats a punk?

Shoot,shoot

Off white 1s I feel "Like Mike"

If I point then he gon' strike

We do donuts at the light

Like why would I fuck her I know what I like?

You wanna cuddle I'm packing ya' up

No more room in the Matte Black Scat

Too many bitches we lapping em' up

Tell me that shit ain't real

You gotta tell me that shit ain't real

I wanna know how the fuck do you feel?

I hadda put down the perky, the pill

And they be Jacking my shit I ain't Jill

You want the blood well come get you a (Blatt)

Nigga be talking and telling you lies

Come see about it you know where I'm at

I'm boutta load up and take em' to work

Feeling like Wemby they call me the first

(How all yo' bruddas reside in da dirt ?)

Turbo how I speed it up

I been feeling kinda bad

How you do that schmutty walk ?

Throw the 5 on all them hoes


Bih gon ask me "are you high"

Cmon luv you oughta know (Let's go)

Brand new Palndrome

I'm boutta put a lil switch on the flow

Like how in the fuck do you kick it with Krams?

C'mere lil hoe let me tickle ya' throat

Somebody told me you mad bout a bitch

But I ain't even know that you bleed out ya pad

All of that money you making we already had(S'Go)

Black on black on black (S'Go)

Rat,rat,rat he tell

Give her that D she failed

Got me a bucket, a pail

I'm boutta jump out the gym for da dunk

Why would I beef with a boy thats a punk?

Shoot,shoot

Off white 1s I feel "Like Mike"

If I point then he gon' strike

We do donuts at the light

Like why would I fuck her I know what I like?

You wanna cuddle I'm packing ya' up

No more room in the Matte Black Scat

Too many bitches we lapping em' up