Turnt Up Backwards lyrics
by Peewee Longway
[Chorus]
Walkin' 'round wit' ya' life saving, in ya' pocket...
Boy ya' turnt up backwards
Ya' baby mama say, "You don't claim yo' baby"
Yeah, she call you a 'bast*rd'
Walkin' 'round like you turnt up, in designer...
You a couple years backwards (bast*rd designer..)
Old head biggin’, like, "we used to wear jewelry—
So it’s like time going backwards.” (Cool out, OG, wit' allat..)
Boy, you n*ggas turnt up backwards
Boy, you n*ggas turnt up backwards
Boy, you n*ggas turnt up backwards
Boy, you n*ggas turnt up backwards
Boy, you n*ggas turnt up backwards
Boy, you n*ggas turnt up backwards
Boy, you n*ggas turnt up backwards
Boy, you n*ggas turnt up backwards
[Verse 1]
Walkin' 'round wit' ya' life saving, in his linens...
Boy, you n*ggas turnt up backwards
Baby mama: "Tell your daddy he a bast*rd"
Runnin' 'round the house, bad ass lil' rascal
Longway! Longway! Jumpin' off the dresser
Should be a goddamn shame, of ya' game...
Old ass designer... Goddamn he a lame!
Bumpin' 'Lot Benz', when the 'Hot Boyz' came
Aston mach-10, when I 'hog' out the lane
'Used to wear jewerly' so look at 'oldschool' chain...
Dropped a 'buck-fifty' on my watch and my ring
16 switcher, he a 'oldschool' '6-4
Buyin' a quarter ounce of cocaine
Turnt up backwards, sound like the 'Mean Man'
When your kids think of dad, they say, "Damn! he a lame..."
Same old designer, "Damn dad! the same thang?..."
n*ggas countin' racks, 20-13, dummy
20-13, foreign whip, trunnin'
Turnt up, lookin' at the back; Cam rear
Clutchin' on the steel, 40-pointers in my ear
Turnt up backwards... You ain't got a 100 dollar bill
I got a rack, for every bump on your face... Loser...
Walk around like you got racks in your safe?...
John Dellinger! I'll come snatch that sh*t! Loser...
Longway!
[Chorus]
Walkin' 'round wit' ya' life saving, in ya' pocket...
Boy ya' turnt up backwards
Ya' baby mama say, "You don't claim yo' baby"
Yeah, she call you a 'bast*rd'
Walkin' 'round like you turnt up, in designer...
You a couple years backwards (bast*rd designer..)
Old head biggin’, like, "we used to wear jewelry—
So it’s like time going backwards.” (Cool out, OG, wit' allat..)
Boy, you n*ggas turnt up backwards
Boy, you n*ggas turnt up backwards
Boy, you n*ggas turnt up backwards
Boy, you n*ggas turnt up backwards
Boy, you n*ggas turnt up backwards
Boy, you n*ggas turnt up backwards
Boy, you n*ggas turnt up backwards
Boy, you n*ggas turnt up backwards
[Verse 2]
His baby mama, call his ass a 'deadbeat' dad
Hatin' not the Longway, a pocket full of trash
Standin' on the corna', call him 'Nickle Bag Johnson'
(Nickel bag! Nickel bag! Nickel bag!)
Turnt up backwards, talkin' 'bout, "A rent truck comin..."
(When!? When!? When!?)
Drug conversations, lil' n*gga, don't discuss it...(Not at all)
What's the combination to the safe now, numpy?
Know you got your whole life saving inside-
Load up them AK's, n*gga, let's ride
Longway and Rich-Homie, feel the same vibe
The snake in the grass or the f*ckin' inside
Hit hard, move silent; Hit 'em wit' the 'silent'
Get the f*ck away from me- turnt up backwards...
n*gga talkin' 'big', must be a rat, pig
Tryna not 'big', must be a rat pig
D-boy, sellin' gas bags, how I live
Bottles comin', sparkles everywhere, we in 'Liv' (Turn Up)
Show a crip; f*ckin' grow house, how i live
Racks in the gat, dope-boy, how I live
Get a n*gga b*tch and make her out a tip drill
Just turn it up a notch, it's Longway Jefa, n*gga
Two mixed breeds, one salt and one pepper
f*ck a n*gga mean? Tennis- YSL leather
Kick a box, to a n*gga, like David Beckham
Turnt up backwards, got your whole life in jeopardy
Longway
[Chorus]
Walkin' 'round wit' ya' life saving, in ya' pocket...
Boy ya' turnt up backwards
Ya' baby mama say, "You don't claim yo' baby"
Yeah, she call you a 'bast*rd'
Walkin' 'round like you turnt up, in designer...
You a couple years backwards (bast*rd designer..)
Old head biggin’, like, "we used to wear jewelry—
So it’s like time going backwards.” (Cool out, OG, wit' allat..)
Boy, you n*ggas turnt up backwards
Boy, you n*ggas turnt up backwards
Boy, you n*ggas turnt up backwards
Boy, you n*ggas turnt up backwards
Boy, you n*ggas turnt up backwards
Boy, you n*ggas turnt up backwards
Boy, you n*ggas turnt up backwards
Boy, you n*ggas turnt up backwards