God Damn I be Turnt

[Hook]
God Damn I be Turnt (24x)

[Verse 1]
God Damn I be Turnt, I take off my shirt
I’m pouring the purp, your bitch she a flirt
I take off her skirt, then I make her squirt
Two pills got me turnt, that straight get you burnt
I whip, then I skirt, I get money first, then you the thirst
Keep fucking, Steph Curry
Rozay got the killer, ain’t smoking no swishers
Three grams out the zipper, them bands come in quicker
She lie, Ima trick her, too bad I ain’t pick her
Got G’s on my flippers, codeine for the sippers
Got lean in a pitcher, I’m clutch Derrick Fisher
I’m balling like Harden, please don’t get me started
We Turnt in the party, she geekin’ off molly
They tweakin’ and fallin, I turnt up the party
I’m just getting started, this just the beginning
Excuse all my sinning, the pigeons I’m flippin’
Yeah we keep the kittens, you losing, I’m winning
Keep green like some spinach, just killed it I’m finished

[Hook]
God Damn I be Turnt (24x)

[Verse 2]
God damn I ain't finished
I'm back on replenish
I'm turnt up a minute
Them Gucci's I get it
I count it, I spend it
They say Irv be killing
That pack we be (?)
Fresh out the kitchen
But I shall not (?)
(?) for them chickens
Them bricks he be flipping
Now she wanna rip it
My diamonds they bright
They shining like lights
Might fuck up your sight
Your bitch want my bike
Ignored the bitch twice
The money my wife
I'm living my life
Getting turnt up all night
I'm high as a flight
Call Flash, he be hype
Come through with them sticks
He don't give a shit
(?) take your bitch
Ain't taking no licks
How bad is you (?)
My rollie don't tick
That camera don't (?)
That whip don't start
That gas smell like fart
I'm breaking your heart
Excuse all my (?)
I'm turnt in the bitch
Don't care what I spit
(?)

[Hook]