Turnt lyrics

[Intro: Bandhunta Izzy]
Talkin' "turnt" this, "turnt" that, I need a turnt b*tch
You ain't worth sh*t
Gang sh*t, of course
Per usual

[Verse 1: Bandhunta Izzzy]
I might rock the white lows and go the Gucci skully
She got pretty white toes and the booty jelly
I been thinkin' 'bout some hits, so now I'm super ready
Kinda think her name was Keisha like that b*tch from Bali
She ain't foreign, she just mixed, a lil' Vietnamese
Shootin' free throws, I just like the way she bend her knees
Catchin' all my badass kids, I told her, "Get him, please"
Gucci jacket three thou', but it got fifty Gs
VVSes on my wrist talk, n*gga, please
Red bottoms, but I crip walk, look at these
You ain't get her number, boy, I f*cked that b*tch with ease
Six figures in my pockets, eatin' Mickey Ds

[Chorus: Bandhunta Izzy]
They talkin' "turnt" this, "turnt" that, I need a turnt b*tch
n*gga, how you work that? That's just my first b*tch
Think I'm f*ckin' good now? Watch when that Perc' hit
Shorty from the hood now, they call me Sir Crip
They talkin' "turnt" this, "turnt" that, I need a turnt b*tch
n*gga, how you work that? That's just my first b*tch
Think I'm f*ckin' good now? Watch when that Perc' hit
Shorty from the hood now, they call me Sir Crip
[Verse 2: Bandhunta Izzy]
Tell that b*tch, "Calm down with all that hype sh*t"
All my baby mothers black, but I got white, b*tch
Told my ghetto ho I love her, then told her, "Psych, b*tch"
Made that ho go hold the strap, now she a dyke b*tch
Necklace and my hand on freeze, like, every piece a quarter-key
Don't listen, say she f*ck with me, just 'cause she can't afford to be
You gotta pay to chill with me
You ain't Jada, b*tch, so why you think you Will with me?
She say her pus*y good, well, come and make a deal with me
Go 'head, f*ck my opp and then go and catch that kill for me
Since you a turnt b*tch
Gave 'em all the game up in the world, they still ain't learned sh*t
Ask me for some money for that pus*y, she a burnt b*tch

[Chorus: Bandhunta Izzy]
They talkin' "turnt" this, "turnt" that, I need a turnt b*tch
n*gga, how you work that? That's just my first b*tch
Think I'm f*ckin' good now? Watch when that Perc' hit
Shorty from the hood now, they call me Sir Crip
They talkin' "turnt" this, "turnt" that, I need a turnt b*tch
n*gga, how you work that? That's just my first b*tch
Think I'm f*ckin' good now? Watch when that Perc' hit
Shorty from the hood now, they call me Sir Crip

[Verse 3: Baby Money]
They talkin' "turnt" this, "turnt" that, I need a turnt b*tch
You ain't a bad b*tch if you ain't earn sh*t
Can whip a knife five times, watch how I work wrist
I put a switch on my nine, don't make me squirt this
This lil' b*tch Chaneled down, hat, purse, kicks
I got her catchin' sales now, 'bows, work, bricks
b*tch, this ain't no vacation, it's a road trip
If them b*tches get behind us, b*tch, hold this
She got her jewelery out the dirt, she a gold-digger
Two Percs in my system get my mode switched
Two opps in the whip, two blow sticks
FL, frontline is too old, b*tch
[Chorus: Bandhunta Izzy]
They talkin' "turnt" this, "turnt" that, I need a turnt b*tch
n*gga, how you work that? That's just my first b*tch
Think I'm f*ckin' good now? Watch when that Perc' hit
Shorty from the hood now, they call me Sir Crip
They talkin' "turnt" this, "turnt" that, I need a turnt b*tch
n*gga, how you work that? That's just my first b*tch
Think I'm f*ckin' good now? Watch when that Perc' hit
Shorty from the hood now, they call me Sir Crip