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Goddamn, BJ made another one
I come through the door,
I walk through the door,
I turn up for real
(I turn up for real)
I’m clean in the snow,
hoppin’ down on yo’ ho
and you know how that is
Gotta pour me a fourth for
to clean out my grill
You catch up, you can have her,
she found me for real
Run it up, I been havin’,
I count up for real
That’s a Audi, that’s him
and mount up in the clear (No)
Yeah, bitch want me to turn her
on to my swag (My swag)
Poppin’ these ceils,
and I’m poppin’ these tags
Popped at that n****,
I popped his ho
Shoot at them n*****,
and pullin’ off fast
Know that I put a knew tag
on his toe
Know that I’ll buy a new bag
for the ho
Know that I’ll buy a new Jag’
on the road
Know that I’ll buy a PT
for my bros
Whole PT, drink all night long
Geek,
not sleep don’t call my phone
Tell that ho, “Leave me ‘lone”
She stick on my side
if I’m right or wrong
She’ll never leave me ohh
They know that I turn up,
I turn up
I walk in,
you know I’m the freshest,
been hustlin’ from sun
down to the sun up
Know these n***** gon’ die,
they tried pressin’,
no interview,
no I do not do no presses
With that money, been liftin’,
look like I been pressin’
I’m likin’ her figure
I love her complexion
You know that I dig it,
I said it, she sexy
Yeah, bad bitch, young, wild,
with long hair (With long hair)
Go dumb on that hoe,
I turn up on that ho
I go buy her and put VVS stones
on that ho
I might Wrangler the Jeep,
take Maybach to the store
I keep factory on, with Forgiato
They lookin’ for YoungBoy like
“Where’s Waldo?”
I come through the door,
I walk through the door,
I turn up for real
(I turn up for real)
I’m clean in the snow,
hoppin’ down on yo’ ho
and you know how that is
Gotta pour me a fourth for
to clean out my grill
You catch up, you can have her,
she found me for real
Run it up, I been havin’,
I count up for real
That’s a Audi,
that’s him and mount up
in the clear
I get her whenever I want her
She know for a fact
that I’m on her
They play and I’m leavin’ shit
dead on the corner
At your house, up in traffic,
where ever they catch you
lil’ n****
Youngin’ up the Glizzy tryna
bone ’em
Tryna fuck her it’s fuck you
lil’ n****
Know we tryn’ put you up
with your n*****
Shoot your body,
and knock out your liver
Yeah, bad bitch, young, wild,
with long hair (With long hair)
Go dumb on that hoe,
I turn up on that ho
I go buy her and put VVS stones
on that ho
I might Wrangler the Jeep,
take Maybach to the store
I keep factory on, with Forgiato
They lookin’ for YoungBoy like
“Where’s Waldo?”
I come through the dark,
I walk through the dark,
I turn up for real
(I turn up for real)
I’m clean in the snow,
hoppin’ down on yo’ hoe
and you know how that is
Gotta pour me a fourth for
to clean out my grill
You catch up, you can have her,
she found me for real
Run it up, I been havin’,
I count up for real
That’s a Audi, that’s him
and mount up in the clear
Goddamn, BJ made another one