I'm super turnt, I'm super turnt

For sure, go

My lil' bitch, she bad (For sure), no, that's not a flex (A flex)

Them lil' **** mad (Why?), 'cause they can't get a check (I did)

He dream 'bout gettin' a hundred, I spent that lil' shit on my neck (A hundred racks)

I'm turnt, I fuck with the youngins, but with this street shit, I'm a vet (I'm turnt)

I'm smoked out, bitch, I'm too polluted (Yeah), no clique ups, we don't do recruitin'

Black truck with a bag in it (Black truck), new FN with the mag in it (Rrah)

Designer Amiri jeans, they cost a stack, ain't gotta sag with it

Won't catch me in no Purple, ain't wearin' the pants that got the tag in it (No)

Hoo, that's 20K I made in one play, went bought me a Jag with it (That's twenty racks)

I was servin' **** like Chick-fil-A way 'fore they had chicken (I did)

The turntest **** who in the spot, throw racks, make that pussy pop (Yeah)

That pussy taste like Dippin' Dots, I been tryna eat it (Go)

It's late night after the club, she send me a pic, she gettin' freaky (Go)

I told her to bend it over and bust it open, I'm tryna see it (Come here)

I spent a quarter ticket up on my ice, bae, I ain't anemic (Quarter ticket)

I trapped for this, I risked my fuckin' life, the route was scenic (I trapped for this)

Quit postin' all that weed 'cause my lil' nephew tryna be me (The fuck?)

And my lil' niece be showin' her classmates how her uncle be on TV (My baby)

You fuckin' right, I'm the biggest trapper that come out my city (You fuckin' right)

You fuckin' right, I'ma come back with them racks, a **** skimp me (You fuckin' right)

I'm Mr. Pull Up, if you cop a ten, I'll make it twenty (I did)

Plus I pop my shit for real, them **** know we havin' plenty (Go)

The turnpike was crowded, so I put zips on the backroads (Turnpike)

I can't leave my hood, I love my ****, they my backbone (Yeah)

If you wanna cop some Bubba plates, call the black phone (Call)

She agitatin', I fuck her when my sack gone (I did)

My lil' bitch, she bad (For sure), no, that's not a flex (A flex)

Them lil' **** mad (Why?), 'cause they can't get a check (I did)

He dream 'bout gettin' a hundred, I spent that lil' shit on my neck (A hundred racks)

I'm turnt, I fuck with the youngins, but with this street shit, I'm a vet (I'm turnt)

My lil' bitch, she bad (For sure), no, that's not a flex (A flex)

Them lil' **** mad (Why?), 'cause they can't get a check (I did)

He dream 'bout gettin' a hundred, I spent that lil' shit on my neck (A hundred racks)

I'm turnt, I fuck with the youngins, but with this street shit, I'm a vet (I'm turnt)