Turnt

[Intro]
(Got that beat from Jumbo)
Ah

[Chorus: D Sturdy]
When you talkin' 'bout who turnt, nigga, yeah, that us
When you talkin' 'bout who hot, we gon' burn it up
Money on my mind, I can't go to sleep
I'm just tryna—, gotta make sure we all eat
I don't want no beef, I just want the cash
I ain't going bad on the internet
Nigga talkin' 'bout "Go", we can get it in, uh
Fah-fah, uh, now he is a pack

[Verse 1: D Sturdy]
City on my back
I put this shit on the map
Suburban truck, all black, uh
Jump out, mm-mm, fifty K, ah-ah, with my dad
Niggas talkin' 'bout touching me, get my hitters up on his ass
Nigga, no, no, back

[Verse 2: PGS Spence]
Nigga, no, no, back
This a Glock with a switch, lil' nigga, all you gotta do is tap
I'm a skinny nigga with the big band, so my pockets lookin' fat
Oh, shit, Jumbo, tap me in, uh, uh
Jumbo, tap me out, uh
I can't fuck with shawty no more 'cause she keep running her mouth
Chillin' on the North Side, but I met the lil' bitch from the South
Oh, she look good, oh, she gon' shake it
Lil' bitch look bad in Chanel, bet she look better naked
Fifty K all in my pants, I'm strapped up, come and take it
I be acting average, you can check my stats, no, I ain't basic
Y'all niggas talkin' 'bout mud babies , I came right from the basement
Walk in the club, smell like Baccarat
The hoes keep on tellin' me take a shot
No 4th of July, but the bottles popped
I'm so high off of that zaza

[Chorus: D Sturdy]
When you talkin' 'bout who turnt, nigga, yeah, that us
When you talkin' 'bout who hot, we gon' burn it up
Money on my mind, I can't go to sleep
I'm just tryna—, gotta make sure we all eat

[Verse 3: Philly Goats Sou]
Shit that I'm throwin', it's comin' hot
This .40 is louder, it shake the block
Got all the kids blicking at 12 o'clock
I was just down, now I'm touching guap
I was just down, now I'm touching cheese
One hand on the rim, I'm bangin' big
I splice, slice niggas with Nike techs
Black and white stripes like I'm a ref'
Black and white stripes like I'm a zebra
Fifty on the neck, this shit a freezer
My African man, he gon' fuck it up
Got Lee in the back and he keep it tucked
Got all these lil' bitches, they tryna fuck
They tryna eat dick, so I give it up
Let's turn around, bitch, let me beat it up
If it's up, then it's stuck, nigga, leave it up

[Chorus: D Sturdy]
When you talkin' 'bout who turnt, nigga, yeah, that us
When you talkin' 'bout who hot, we gon' burn it up
Money on my mind, I can't go to sleep
I'm just tryna—, gotta make sure we all eat
I don't want no beef, I just want the cash
I ain't going bad on the internet
Nigga talkin' 'bout "Go", we can get it in, uh
Fah-fah, uh, now he is a pack