[Intro: Naijablack, NoTurb, & Shadoe Haze]
This is a certified hood classic! (Yah, yah yah, yah!)
Cappin’ ass f*ckin’ b*tches stick my di*k in yo lips
*sniffs*
Y’all smell that? (Choo, ooh)
Choo, ooh
[Verse 1: NoTurb]
Whole Lotta Turb (Whole Lotta Turb)
Whole Lotta Turb (Whole Lotta Turb)
You don’t want no smoke, (want no smoke)
With my turb
I keep that thang on me, one shot to your head
Whatchu know about turbs?
Yeeeaaah
Betchu ain’t know I had
Hit the turb (Ye, ye)
These gora be absurd (Ye, ye)
Mmmmm
I’m not a terrorist, but imma still blow up
In your moms (aye)
pus*yyyyy
(aye yuh, ooh, yuh, aye ooh)
Mmmmm
f*ck your sister (f*ck your sister)
Make her cry (make her cry)
Squirt that curry (curry, curry)
All over her eyes (eyes, eyes)
My di*k go squish, squish, squish (squish squish)
Yahhhhhh
[Bridge: Naijablack & No Turb]
Bro, why the f*ck are you turbing? I told you no turb
(ooooh b*tch!)
[Verse 2: Naijablack]
n*ggas be cappin’
Not bout that cap I be rappin’
Yo biddie be close I be clappin’
Serve you that sh*t it be slappin’
Whole lotta cap das no cap
n*ggas be runnin’ from facts
Whole lotta turb when they rap
sh*t it’s November no fap
Should’ve just fapped on a map
We ain’t Sobrato no trap
Can’t trust yo b*tch in the trap, actin’ all wack, get in the back
f*ck you you know I’m on that, all on her rack, countin’ up racks
That little b*tch wanna smash, I do it fast, that is no cap
Run it up run it up
Biddie gon talk it’s a uppercut
Get down on her face then I f*ck her up
Turn her back round then I tittyf*ck
And you know I f*ck my homies
No Kappa be f*ckin’ me slowly
I slide on just through and they grope me
And Harjas gon’ anally probe me
f*ck my ass b*tch, skippin’ all my classes
Your girly wanna have it, you know I give her mad di*k
Aye, (Huh)
Just give up cuz she average, my mommy pay my taxes
My ass is hairy wax it b*tch!
n*gga be spewin’ some turb (Turb)
n*gga you high off the herb (Herb)
Some of that sh*t be absurd (sh*t be absurd)
No Peter but bird is the word, take of her shirt
Cuz she got tittes that bounce when she surf
Look at these biddies, like hundred and fifty, we know damn well they ain’t going to church
I keep it fifty plus fifty legitly and secretly I hate that b*tch cuz he turbs
My peepe nifty its sticky and twisty and she quickly suck on it til’ my di*k hurt
[Verse 3: NoTurb]
Ah, Ah
My di*k my hurt (His di*k!)
She make it go squirt squirt (squirt squirt)
Damnnnnn
She like hey NoTurb
Who the f*ck are you? (Who the f*ck yuh!)
Hit that pus*y up, like I hit the stew (hit the stew)
Cookin’ up vibes with my hitta Naijablack
Passing out vibe checks like I’m the CEO
Of vibes
[Outro; Naijablack & NoTurb]
Gimme your vibe b*tch, gimme your vibe
Vibe check