Turnt Up Lyrics

All these racks on top of racks, on top of racks, I'm turnt up

I finger fuck her coochie hole and her booty hole, I'm turnt up

She came in with an L bottle yeah, I think she tryna turn up

Swear to god, they got me mad as fuck in the function, I'm finna turn up

Biggest from my city, and I came from the swamp

She a eater, eater, eater, eater, yeah, she goin' chomp

I'm tryna see blood, yeah, I feel like vamp

Knock the pussy out, yeah, I feel like the champ

Pull up with guns in this bitch, yeah, we goin' spray it up

I'm fuckin' on your hoe, I'm fuckin' on your bitch I don't give no fucks

Baby, I been missin' you, I need your love

Pull up in a big-body tank, yeah, pull up in a wide-body

I be in the booth, I be in the back, I don't fuck with nobody

Kilo, what you been on?

Fuckin' this hoe prolly

I'm gettin' to the money, I'm gettin' to the bag you know what I'm on

Goddamn, my eyes all red, don't know what I'm on

I get, I get, I get, I get loot, I get cash, fuck around, chase the bag

Bad hoe throw it back

Click-clack, get blat

Fa Fa, get him whacked

Fa Fa, get back