Turnt

Where are you

Are you cooking up

3 block

If a **** really ran up, he probably bit the dust

Blowing past all these broken **** like I'm in a rush

I don't even really want that hoe, I just came to fuck

Just went and got a brand new Glock, ain't finna knuckle up

They call me Big Chopper, I get money soon as I wake up

These **** always mad, that's why they broke, yeah they ain't made enough

Me and Lil Rich pop out with them twin Glocks, don't get tapered up

I just go get money, can't even count it, be too many bucks

My crib in the Burbs, I do my dirt and then I go lay up

And I just put a .30 on my shit, bet they won't play with us

And stacks, that's love, bro, I got him getting paid, we run it up

I tell him, hit your top, you know he on that, bro, he running up

Bitch, I grew up broke, I put some work in, now I'm coming up

Strips gang on my neck and this bitch, I ain't see my shit numb as fuck

I walk out the crib, I grab my racks and then I grab my buffs

Calla know Lil' Ky gon' get whatever when he call Big Unk

I can't even walk, cause in my pocket, shit, I got a chunk

Yeah, bitch, I got shot, but that boy brother somewhere in the blunt

Really from the three, be in the fourth line, bet I won't get touched

T-Ray got like 12 months, he get out, know that's gon' be clutch

I might just be turning up, see a opp, I burn him up

Drop a fucking five up in his cup, I get to throwing up

All the opps that be talking down, just be poor as fuck

Set it up, inside of this bitch, like who won't work with us

Hey, that's what grab the chop, .30 on it, lift a **** up

My bitch cold as hell, her body done, titties lifted up

Got the opps tapping out, I think these **** giving up

I cashed all on the road, that **** know I'm flipping that Kia truck

Now tell me how you **** ain't got no money trying to beef with us

We delivering shots to **** though, like we Pizza Hut

I came in like a scratch, you know damn well I'm trying to bust a nut

Young **** out here tripping, just threw forges on a Audi truck

Stepping on these **** neck, they cannot fuck with us

I drop .30 on the opps, if they try something dumb

Pop out with a dirty stick and get to acting up

I ain't never gave a fuck, you can come and test your luck

Roll them up inside a blunt, I get the coffin up

Don't let me flash out with that sticker, I'ma burn them up

Off a four with this walker, got me moving like I'm stuck

**** burnt out and they finished, you know **** in the dust

Money on the floor, bitch I can't stay long, I'm in a rush

Gotta stay off the ground, bitch ass **** tryna jam me up

All this money in my pocket, it's gonna be hard for you to add me up

I'm not talking bout no spray paint, I told lil bro tag him up

Like his bitch ass at the market, they gon' have to bag him up

You know why I send a blitz out, that lil boy get mad duck

I'm not talking bout no heads, we catch that whip, I'll clap it up

And lately I just been getting money, you know I can't rap too much