Turnt Down

All the way turnt up, all the way turnt down

Blowing clouds of a smoke like a Ferrari when it burns

out

White girl brunette, she don't gotta sweat her perm out

But she eat my apple when the fucking w-worms out

I live in fast lane, fast lane fury

Never in court, fuck the judge and the jury

My minds in a race cause my time's in a hurry

Catch a fish nigga and fry him like he curry

Yo, wait until I take off, wait until I take off

Bring your bitch along cause I catch her like it's

baseball

And she run them bases nigga and she run them bases

Bitch she bringing home dome on a daily basis

85 year old rocking RMK flannel

With supreme khakis and some Gucci sandals

Bitch I'm on a beach and the beach name is fuck

I catch an orgasm every time you suck

Bitch I'm on the grind like I grind my teeth

Put you niggas in tortillas cause I grind my beef

And I poke her face, just like I'm playing poker

Chilling like a villain painting faces like the Joker

Tipping on 44's while I'm tipped on Jerry Sailor

Smoke so much weed I need a muthafuckin' inhaler

I'm on another level, pull down the leverage

Bitch I quench the thirsty pass the muthafuckin' beverage