YoungNTurnt Lyrics

M-I-A-G-C

Yoo

Yop, Yop, yop, yop

It's AB, I'll never let a nigga play me

Why you jumpin' in the field, we catchin' bullets like a safety

And yo thot gettin' popped, she gettin' cracked more than the 80s

And my opps so broke, they gettin' fronted off of AD

Scam talk, now let's talk about some money

Them niggas could've caught that damn body they don't want it

If I can't catch a play, I'ma put my mans on it

I can still hit your bitch and I ain't put my hands on her

Yeah, so let me know you wanna do it

Just send me yo number ssn and then we'll get to

I got more bags than rappin' when I'm punchin' and makin' music

Catch opp hit him with Drake, I can see it in my future

My bitch bad and her ass fat shaped like a coke bottle

I ain't never wanna scam them drug dealers, was my role model

How the fuck is that your mans, you in that room and you told on them

Me and fergs locked in, that's my brother, never fold on him

A nigga play with the gang, he gettin' scored on

I'ma slide down this block with the Drake like on Warzone

My opps bent, gettin' torched, they playin' Zone D

And they scared to come outside, they got me singin' Mo3

Nigga, speakin' out my name, you don't even know me

Ayy, still got pain up in my heart from when my mans died

All I gotta say is check the score we winning by a landslide

Can't be out here, lackin' that's, that shit that got your mans fried

Hit my phone let me know, nigga, what you tryna do

If a nigga drop the lo, then you know I'm sliding ' through

And if your mans ridin' with you, then that nigga dyin' too

And if fergs, said he comin' than you know I'm slidin' too

I'ma young and turnt, nigga, really put in work, nigga

Always smilin' through the pain, you won't think I'm hurt, nigga

Yo man's dead you still dissing, Get put on a shirt with him

Keep on playing with my name, Get popped like a Perk, nigga

I done did some dirt, nigga

I was tryna lurk, nigga, shoot this bitch from different angles

You ah think I'm Kurt, nigga, catch you chillin' with the opps

You might get murked with him, better stay out my way

When I pop this Perk, nigga

They like, Ab, why you always on tip

Told her, get up out my face, cause you always on dick

Steady flashing yo man's gun, nigga, get your own blick

Why the opps out here dissin' if they ain't never on shit

Man down, man down, one of y'all niggas just got dropped

All the opps be some squares, so we put em in a box

Try to slide, you gon' die before you get up off this block

Young mans die, you try to pick him up like that nigga knocked

Speak on Melo , you gon' die, nigga, long live bagboy

If he diss, put that switch right on his ass, boy

Long live Melo, that's the gang, why they speakin' on y'all name

We on his ass, that nigga lame, we gon' snatch a nigga chain

223's out this Drake, we gon' hit him in his face

Brand new Gun a .38, pass that bitch to Lil' Bro

Niggas dissin' on the net, he don't want no real smoke

And there's niggas from your way that call you a real hoe

Catch a nigga in the field, that's a bet, it's a go

And I got a couple racks, but I really want some more

Ian with J.R., but I feel like a all-star

Stop me in my whip, bet I'ma scratch off on a cop car

We on't fuck with rp's, so my niggas pop bars

If you jump off in that field, I'm a blitz, fuck a false start

I'm a young and turnt nigga, really put in work, nigga

Always smile through the pain, you won't think I'm hurt, nigga

Yo mans dead, you still dissing get put on a shirt with him

Keep on playin' with my name, get popped like a perk, nigga

I done did some dirt, nigga, I was tryna lurk, nigga

Shooting this bitch from different angles, you ah think I'm Kurt , nigga

If you chillin' with the opps, you might get murked with them

Better stay up out my way when I pop this perk, nigga