Turnt sh*t lyrics

[Intro: BabyTron]
Alright, come on
Yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah (Yeah, yeah)
sh*ttyBoyz

[Verse 1: BabyTron]
Huh, still pump gas in the trenches
You was up in class, f*ck that, I need chicken
BabyTron, yeah, I got thrust, I be sh*tting
Hunnid round drum, yeah, the nuts, I be tripping
Just touched down in TX like Ezekiel
Turn around, b*tch broke her neck, I'm with TRL
f*ck yo dead mans, brother man, y'all can meet in Hell
2017, touched thirty off of sneaker sells

[Verse 2: DRich 100]
I need the money, need it pronto
Everybody in the fam, boy, I feel like Lonzo
I'm at a BNB and it's full of dime hoes
I got enough for all of y'all, my di*k a fonto
f*ck with the sh*ttyBoyz, yeah, they on what I'm on
You could see we gеtting pape' with yo eye closеd
Every time she give me head, she take my soul
I want the head but she gon' f*ck up my clothes
[Verse 3: StanWill]
Huh, strobe on the Glock, when I point, he gon' have a seizure
Told her it was love but I forgot, think I got amnesia
Banker on me, I'll let it sing but it's not Anita
Lil' b*tch f*cking with a shrimp, caught him rocking Fila
Small fry but I'm rolling with a big MAC
If you hear that and that, that's the big Chally
Nah, for real, big step 'cause my kicks bale
Why when she with me the only time that yo b*tch happy?

[Verse 4: MoneyMaidMar]
Seventeen, no ID, letting ones fly
We got the ups so you can't shoot us like them one guys
Gang rich so the Presi', he on Trump time
My n*ggas don't know sh*t but scam, punch, slide
Got her back like a camel 'cause it's hump time
This sh*t something you can't handle, did enough trying
You won't get my di*k up, can only touch dimes
sh*t on n*ggas, posterized when it's flush time

[Verse 5: TrDee]
Tron got the hoes, told him bring 'em through
Told her, "When I'm done with yo friend, I'ma finish you"
Come through spitting, think my AR got a missing tooth
She got in the whip like, "Hold on, boy, you got a missing roof"
Stan, spin the block, I think I seen them n*ggas on the corner
Spanish thang with me, don't mistake my baby for a foreigner
Old blues on me, Tron told me I'm a real hoarder
Let me get the Henny, two more seconds and I'm moving towards her
[Verse 6: TRL JT]
Hold on, b*tch, you in a different bag than them
I know she wanna f*ck, she like, "You be with Dee and Stan and them"
"Boy, what's in your fanny?", ho, stop asking, b*tch, it's cash in there
They had to kick her out after I f*ck, I heard the cab was here
But it's for certain that my b*tch the baddest
Since yo sh*t in sport, my sh*t hydraulics, see who whip the fastest
[?] Masi, or the Beamer, know we trip in traffic
Balenciagas or the Saint Laurent, you know we into fashion

[Verse 7: BabyTron]
Sushi roll in the suit got me dibble dabbling
Score lopsided, three pointer, we gon' hit his basket
Splash around, yeah, yeah, I'm a drippy bast*rd
My opps somewhere mad as hell, boy, or they in a casket
Exotic pop, yeah, I gargle then I burp
Either got the BAPE with some Bari on my shirt
Pipe it down, yeah, we leave Cartis on the curb
Need a forty-one, they can't guard me like I'm Dirk

[Verse 8: DRich 100]
[?] doing all the dancing, it's a party on my shirt
Fishy-ass pus*y, calamari when she squirt
Tryna be a bad boy, throw him like Larry in the dirt
At the football games wet, Kalahari on the turf
Ask baby what she want and she told me a RP
Do you know what these do? Give yo pus*y heartbeats
Me and gang hanging at your crib like some car keys
We ain't slide down, n*gga, we gon' make your car swing
[Verse 9: StanWill]
Hmm, I'm with TRL
Glocky hanging out the BAPE trunks, f*ck a CPL
b*tch, you can have a thousand eyes, you won't see me fail
Opps say it's smoke with the gang, I bet we in Hell

[Verse 10: MoneyMaidMar]
Zaza [?] everywhere, I can't help the smell
I'm tryna beat yo back in and I'm so for real
All I see is green light, gang gon' go as well
If they sit you in that room, you can't know or tell

[Verse 11: TrDee]
Purple jeans on but they tan, she keep asking how
Balling so hard they gotta hack, ref call a foul
Scamming for a year and made a band? Throw in the towel
.762, you ain't heard? These'll kill a cow

[Verse 12: TRL JT]
Oh, you think I'm gon' let you hit the road and find us in your L's?
Baby, we been balling in the mall, think we from [?]
Tryna eat my n*gga for that chicken, you gon' eat a shell
You don't see no money or juggs, all you see is jail

[Outro: TRL JT]
Lame-ass n*gga
TRL sh*t, Camp sh*t
What up, sh*ttyBoyz?