Way To Turnt Lyrics

It's a sacrifice you gotta make

Way to turnt pouring up that purple rain

Pussies crying, bringing that big pain

Bitches on my dick, knowing that I can sing

Killed her son, now she gonna go home and pray

Put her son on a white tee

Going home and fucking on his wifey

Hit a clip, put it on YT

Look at my grills, they on my white teeth

He gon' make me grab my gun

He might make me..

That's the sound my gun make

Come over here and give me that cake

Put him in a easy bake (oven)

And look at the chains, it's so fake

Loving on me, on me

Took your bitch, I'll make it three

Fresh as a bottle of Listerine

In the Benz, smoking a tree

With her friend, I'll flick her bean

On my choppers, got a beam

Did it myself, there's an I in team

Fresh as a pack of gum, I'm clean

My dick in the mouth, that's how it be

Sipping purple, I'm drinking lean

The way I rap, I'm a machine

Kill that boy and flee the scene

Fuck that bitch, no in-between

Wake up and I pop a bean

Took his bitch, you know I mean

And my last hollow point, hit him in his spleen

It's a sacrifice you gotta make

Way to turnt, pouring up that purple rain

Pussies crying, bringing that big pain

Bitches on my dick, knowing that I can sing

Killed her son, now she gonna go home and pray