Turnt b*tch lyrics

[Intro]
Young n*gga from the six house
Still put a b*tch out, put the mic up
Had to put them bricks down, they don't like us
Twelve tens in my phone, still never wife one at all

[Chorus]
If she a turnt b*tch (Yeah)
I'm a probably f*ck her raw
She got a main n*gga
I ain't tripping doggy soft
We brought cocaine with us
Heard them hoes like to do it
f*ck her best friend right now
Make them hoes get into it

[Verse]
I blew a mil in seven months, thats on my son
Off white vapors just incase I gotta run
Probably won't, but if I do, RIP my n*gga scoop
Gettin' 36 the blue
Make the pros, spend it on juice
Wild n*gga, bro don't let sh*t slide
Yeah b*tch, we get big high
Short n*gga, but I'm six five
I ain't going out like no 6ix9ine
Til I catch 'em dog, get his b*tch ass
All them crazy girls, that sh*t flying, at your head
n*gga we got wock pints
We got green pints
We got fake act and red n*gga
Heavy Camp, 4 Pockets, told that b*tch you CMG
Got the whole city on lock, b*tch from the west back to the east
Bet not ask if you don't need, come around if you ain't turnt
Ball still doing a dub, I serve more J's than uncle Kurt
You unemployed b*tch, I got work
From the third back to the first
Never close my eyes in traffic, only pray when I'm in church
Reach for mine, b*tch get murked
I ain't talking YRN
In the city we wear buffs
Atlanta think them them wires in
Team her gone, can't hire temp
sh*t your best bet is T.A
Quick to broad day some, we laughing
Free my dog he won't be H
Name the plate b*tch, bet we ate
Did the track, just got the wraith
Make a b*tch feel she in space
Really b*tches in the way
[Chorus]
If she a turnt b*tch (Yeah)
I'm a probably f*ck her raw
She got a main n*gga
I ain't tripping doggy soft
You brought cocaine with us
Heard them hoes like to do it
f*ck her best friend right now
Make them hoes get into it

[Outro]
She a turnt b*tch
I'm a probably f*ck her raw
She got a main n*gga
I ain't tripping doggy soft
I ain't tripping doggy
I ain't tripping doggy soft