Turnt to the Max lyrics

[Intro: Lil Yachty]
(DN, DN)
Skrt, aye, skrt, damn

[Bridge: Lil Yachty]
I’m in this b*tch and I’m turnt to the max
Max out my card, f*ckin’ with Sacs
Only presidents I keep in my sack
Benjamin Frank, f*ck up the bank

[Verse 1: Lil Yachty]
I talk like a pimp, walk with a limp
Chop with a beam, aim at ya temp’
Diamonds they yellow, banana, I chimp
Call this sh*t back, I turn up, Shawn Kemp
b*tch I’m a Warrior, I feel like I’m Cousins
Three years later, n*ggas still buzzin’
f*ck with the clique, n*ggas they comin’
Totin’ the heat
I’m saggin’ my jeans, I make that look cool
I threw your baby momma in the pool
pus*y was wet, didn’t need an ounce of lube
Colorful diamonds like Rubix Cube (Yeah)

[Chorus: Lil Yachty]
I’m in this muf*cker and I’m turnt to the max
Max out my card, f*ckin’ with Sacs
Only presidents I keep in my sack
Benjamin Frank, f*ck up the bank
Them hunnits
You pus*y n*ggas a private, give up your rank
Bout a new truck, that sh*t built like a tank
I’m on this earth to do sh*t that you can’t
[Verse 2: Lil Yachty]
Just bought a sword, feelin’ like Link’
Don’t wanna link
My b*tch got a booty, she sit on the sink
Oh, Sippin’ professional-fessional
My fingers glow like I’m extra terrestrial (Bling)
My b*tch stay bad and she top of the pedestal
And she a model, she in editorials
Diamonds they wet, I get fly like a carnival
Cool in the crib, I came loaded with arsenals
I took a trip, had a bag out in Portuguese
Bro not a janitor, but he got forty keys
f*ckin’ this b*tch, she feel di*k in her ovaries
Hmm, yeah, hmm

[Chorus: Lil Yachty]
I’m in this muf*cker and I’m turnt to the max
Max out my card, f*ckin’ with Sacs
Only presidents I keep in my sack
Benjamin Frank, f*ck up the bank
Them hunnits
You pus*y n*ggas a private, give up your rank
Bout a new truck, that sh*t built like a tank
I’m on this earth to do sh*t that you can’t (pus*y)

[Verse 3: Digital Nas]
f*ck, gang, b*tch
Pull up to the party with the M6 he throwin’ shade
I drop my old b*tch, she not like this lemonade
I just wanna put forgiatos on my old whip
I didn’t wanna f*ck her, got the top then I dipped
I’m gone, I don’t have to do what you say, cause I’m on
I ride with that Glock and I feel like I’m K-Preme
I cannot f*ck with you, you not on my team
I’m into appraisals in whips, in my name
I play b*tches like I, play the game
Pastos and Rolling Stones, I’m a young renegade
I will not pull up if I’m not gettin’ paid
Pull up with a shorty and a K
I don’t fear a sole and I can put that on everything
He got woke the f*ck up, he flew right the f*ck up
To heaven, I told him the truth like a reverend
That n*gga got booked like he Kevin, Kevin booker
She ready, I don’t wanna f*ck cause’ you petty
I bang with my boys like Spagetti (Spagetti boys)
I got lots of guaper, guaper, guaper, guaper
I want power, pus*y popper
I can’t f*ck with you, gang, gang
I’m in this muf*cker’ turnt to the max
Copped all four stones and didn’t get taxed
That’s a fact, Shawn goon
[Chorus: Lil Yachty]
I’m in this muf*cker and I’m turnt to the max
Max out my card, f*ckin’ with Sacs
Only presidents I keep in my sack
Benjamin Frank, f*ck up the bank
Them hunnits
You pus*y n*ggas a private, give up your rank
Bout a new truck, that sh*t built like a tank
I’m on this earth to do sh*t that you can’t (pus*y)