Turbo montana33 - NML

Get your energy, make that swoosh
Ooh, better stick and move
Give it to her, what you tryna do
Ayy, what a love vibe

Run it up in sacks, fuck the fifth, we gon' go blow first
Niggas out here penny-pitchin', beggin' for a verse
Steppin' in Louboutin, steppin' on the devil
I don't need a reason, hold on

Steppin' on the devil and my demons, I don't need a reason
Leave a pussy nigga bleedin
Pissin' on the GD, grave I think they call him Willow
I don't tell my bitch shit, I ain't fit a pillow

Ayy, I don't even like talkin', niggas think small
Finna ball in the Aston Martin, this is DB9
Break a bitch spine, run it back, I had to fuck again
Put a perk in her ass, she try to fart it out

I'm just fuckin' with these Peaches, Georgia hoes thick
Zip a nigga like Giuseppe, better tie that lace
Travel great , we ain't miss his face, he try to run away
If I spare a nigga, bet you call it grace

Ridin' in a Bentley Auger, this a Bentley truck
W12, not a V8, racin' to the club
We finna throw some dubs, midnight, we finna hit a strip
Hold on, midnight, we finna hit a strip

Hit a crip in his lip, watch the color drip
I still be with Rollin, fuck a neighborhood
Roll up deep, ride this with an AR hit
And like a brick, he smokey out the neck

Pull up on the side and get it hittin
Ah, fuck, hold on
Pull up on the side and get it hittin
It's a train wreck, call a drako brightline

The way I, call a drako brightline
The way we flip the Benz
They try to keep me off the street, I kept sneaking out
It's a clapper, hit the chacha slide, i made the town rain

They thought it was a storm, but it's a hurricane
It was 2014, them niggas ran from me
Chop a ripping, BP, it's a fan meet
Damn, I just hit KK Window hit him in his head

niggas runnin' through the park, I hit a home run
Swing the al like a bat, gang nem goin' nuts
You gave birth to a king, but he really savage
Standin' ten toes on his own, he done upped his chrome

I was livin' with your brother, that's my Uncle Banez
Goin' to school with Mexican's, Jose Roll this Pack
Flip a nigga in the country, shoulda had his pit
Gave the XD lockjaw, and put gunpowder in it

Pistol howl when it spark, turn her off the path
started gettin' kicked out of school
Mama fuck them rules, I learned more in the streets
Than I did in school, 5'11 with a rocket

But it's in my pocket, when I started aspice talking
And they ain't give me props, fuck
What's up with all these niggas
Damn, niggas always fuckin' clutchin

Man, these niggas soft, I'll beat this pussy nigga
Like his name's ZP
Walked down on his brother, left off more than three
God, while you sparring all these niggas, let me take him out

I was flyin' just before you hit me, laughin' out
I stood on 64th dam that bitch too empty
Since that bitch from that side, I'ma switch to Philly
I'm the menace, I'm the legend

That they talk about, niggas spread it, ah

Written by:
Calas Jones

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