Big turbo - On alert

Bitch i ride wit sticks and glics play pussy we gon smash em
I been on alert, so aint no way we gon ride pass em
Roll up everyday smoke a opp and we gon ash em
Claim he want some beef, like some groceries we gon bag em
Sic em we attack em
30 Rounds attach em
Bitch made we gon smack em
Show em that he average
Catch a nigga switching lanes pull up and we gon crash em
We be in the streets, we see police and we harass em

Smoking onna freeway this that gas yo shit on E mane
Give fuck what he and she say
5 Percent no you cant see me

Bitch my name be big turbo cut the beat cause im conceited
Think that he got that drip so like a faucet leave him leaking

Im wit my migos takeoff when we offset
Never fell off but i did have to fall back
Like im a parent get whooped for that talk back
Hang up on me dont expect me to call back

Thinking you megan hell naw you aint all that
Made him run home he got hit wit a ball
You can get stepped on just like a doormat
Dont like what you said so im finna ignore that

Bitches say they miss me when they havent even met a nigga
Bitch i got my own, i will never ever sweat a nigga
Nah My name aint ralph turbo tastic i might wreck a nigga
Nah you never check on niggas
But you want a check from niggas

Bitch i ride wit sticks and glics play pussy we gon smash em
I been on alert, so aint no way we gon ride pass em
Roll up everyday smoke a opp and we gon ash em
Claim he want some beef, like some groceries we gon bag em
Sic em we attack em
30 Rounds attach em
Bitch made we gon smack em
Show em that he average
Catch a nigga switching lanes pull up and we gon crash em
We be in the streets, we see police and we harass em

Written by:
Malik Parker

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