LAV - Young & Turnt

Lav ona track
Lotta money fast cars foreign hoes
I be ina trap i got that pack in for da Low
I got a couple shooters come thru Snatching niggas souls
Niggas don't want war with us bitch Come n get back for ya bro
Crashin' jetskis out miami pussy i Ain't payn nun
Young and turnt all my niggas burnt Dry crack in heads for fun
Dis lil opp bitch on my dick she blow Me up must think i'm dumb
Threw dem shots he tried to run he Tripped n fell but we ain't done
Double0 we like a band we come Thru banging sticks n drums
Seen a nigga wit his bitch damn fuck It hit her bun
Catch a nigga wit his clique we give No passes hit em all
Shit seem funny den i'm squeezing Fuck it going wit my gut
Inna club dese bitches turnt she keep Tryn feel all on my body
I'm stickef up it's in that bitch i can't Wait til a nigga try me
Last nigga tried me his mom sobbing
Dem lil niggas change da weather we Den made da summer cloudy
N my boy a fly shooter do a nigga in Sum gucci
Drilling ina rental swap da plates Switch to louie
Dem boys really active on dem drills Getting groovy
Get da drop n use it leave his head Leaking sum gooey
Bet you wouldn't spin my block dis Glizzy singing like it's toosii
Yea i hit da bitch i passed her off cuz She a groupie
Got her friends all in my business Swear to god dese bitches newsy
Heard she tryna cuff da boul da lil Bitch must be stupid

Written by:
Amir Williams

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