Im on some turnt shit
Yeah, I been on my own on that hurt shit
I like leave me alone, you not her bitch
We go Balenciaga on the shirt bitch
Watch me step on these niggas on purpose
If he ain't got no money, what's the purpose
Run with these Rick Owen boots in the dirt bitch
And I aint f*cking with her, and I'm certain
Got me sick in this hoe, I'm still going
Man, I'm sick of this hoe, she annoying
Would you hold my hand through the storm?
You really the one that I like, keep it going
I can't help you nigga, you're a grown man
I got plenty of bitches for that romance
They say look , "he been on the road man"
I'm like "come here baby, we can slow down"
She seen the undercover, took a picture
I'm talking bout the undercover on the denim
All these niggas be undercover, we gon' get 'em
All black fit nigga like I'm venom
But these niggas not matching the swag, forget 'em
And I'm leaving these hoes in the past, forget 'em Can't f*ck with no snake
Baby, we gon' get em
Say I'm broke, boy, you lying on me
Left her nigga, now she riding with me
Better question, are you riding for me?
I got some pretty bitches, they be dying for me
I'm okay, be proud of me
What's the afterlife, are you dying to see
Diss on us, then you dying to see
Im on some turnt shit
Yeah, I been on my own on that hurt shit
I like leave me alone, you not her bitch
We go Balenciaga on the shirt bitch
Watch me step on these niggas on purpose
If he ain't got no money, what's the purpose
Run with these Rick Owen boots in the dirt bitch
And I aint f*cking with her, and I'm certain
Got me sick in this hoe, I'm still going
Man, I'm sick of this hoe, she annoying
Would you hold my hand through the storm?
You really the one that I like, keep it going
I can't help you nigga, you're a grown man
I got plenty of bitches for that romance
They say look , "he been on the road man"
I'm like "come here baby, we can slow down"
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Im on some turnt shit
Yeah, I been on my own on that hurt shit
I like leave me alone, you not her bitch
We go Balenciaga on the shirt bitch
Watch me step on these niggas on purpose
If he ain't got no money, what's the purpose
Run with these Rick Owen boots in the dirt bitch
And I aint f*cking with her, and I'm certain
Got me sick in this hoe, I'm still going
Man, I'm sick of this hoe, she annoying
Would you hold my hand through the storm?
You really the one that I like, keep it going
I can't help you nigga, you're a grown man
I got plenty of bitches for that romance
They say look , "he been on the road man"
I'm like "come here baby, we can slow down"
She seen the undercover, took a picture
I'm talking bout the undercover on the denim
All these niggas be undercover, we gon' get 'em
All black fit nigga like I'm venom
But these niggas not matching the swag, forget 'em
And I'm leaving these hoes in the past, forget 'em Can't f*ck with no snake
Baby, we gon' get em
Say I'm broke, boy, you lying on me
Left her nigga, now she riding with me
Better question, are you riding for me?
I got some pretty bitches, they be dying for me
I'm okay, be proud of me
What's the afterlife, are you dying to see
Diss on us, then you dying to see
Im on some turnt shit
Yeah, I been on my own on that hurt shit
I like leave me alone, you not her bitch
We go Balenciaga on the shirt bitch
Watch me step on these niggas on purpose
If he ain't got no money, what's the purpose
Run with these Rick Owen boots in the dirt bitch
And I aint f*cking with her, and I'm certain
Got me sick in this hoe, I'm still going
Man, I'm sick of this hoe, she annoying
Would you hold my hand through the storm?
You really the one that I like, keep it going
I can't help you nigga, you're a grown man
I got plenty of bitches for that romance
They say look , "he been on the road man"
I'm like "come here baby, we can slow down"
Yeah, I been on my own on that hurt shit
I like leave me alone, you not her bitch
We go Balenciaga on the shirt bitch
Watch me step on these niggas on purpose
If he ain't got no money, what's the purpose
Run with these Rick Owen boots in the dirt bitch
And I aint f*cking with her, and I'm certain
Got me sick in this hoe, I'm still going
Man, I'm sick of this hoe, she annoying
Would you hold my hand through the storm?
You really the one that I like, keep it going
I can't help you nigga, you're a grown man
I got plenty of bitches for that romance
They say look , "he been on the road man"
I'm like "come here baby, we can slow down"
She seen the undercover, took a picture
I'm talking bout the undercover on the denim
All these niggas be undercover, we gon' get 'em
All black fit nigga like I'm venom
But these niggas not matching the swag, forget 'em
And I'm leaving these hoes in the past, forget 'em Can't f*ck with no snake
Baby, we gon' get em
Say I'm broke, boy, you lying on me
Left her nigga, now she riding with me
Better question, are you riding for me?
I got some pretty bitches, they be dying for me
I'm okay, be proud of me
What's the afterlife, are you dying to see
Diss on us, then you dying to see
Im on some turnt shit
Yeah, I been on my own on that hurt shit
I like leave me alone, you not her bitch
We go Balenciaga on the shirt bitch
Watch me step on these niggas on purpose
If he ain't got no money, what's the purpose
Run with these Rick Owen boots in the dirt bitch
And I aint f*cking with her, and I'm certain
Got me sick in this hoe, I'm still going
Man, I'm sick of this hoe, she annoying
Would you hold my hand through the storm?
You really the one that I like, keep it going
I can't help you nigga, you're a grown man
I got plenty of bitches for that romance
They say look , "he been on the road man"
I'm like "come here baby, we can slow down"
Writer: Demario Turner
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid