Letra de #TurntUpNotBurntUp - VonOff1700

Spam (d.a. got that dope)

Turn it up a lil' bit more, a little bit more (Alright, we gone)

Alright (Turnt up, not burnt up, nigga diss on the gang, gon' get his dumb ass sent up)

Alright, alright, come on, come on

I be ready to crash, but I pay the bills and shit now, so I can't go

I say I ain't slidin' no more, then I get me lo' and right back swingin' my door (Right back slidin')

Niggas keep yellin', "Help," but me, I ain't had that shit, boy, I built that shit up from the floor (You know that)

Bitch, free Lil Three (Free my brother), if we wasn't out here stealin', we was tryna go up on the score

Why the fuck is you up in face steady beggin' for face if you sneak dissin' me to a ho? (Your bitch ass)

Last nigga dissed on the gang made First 48, got his dumb ass left at the store (His dumb ass)

Whenever I spin through there, I'm tryna lay somethin' down, I ain't takin' no bitch to the O (I'm not)

When it's time to go shoot my gun, I'm standin' frontline, I ain't never gon' run from the smoke (I'm out here)

And fuck his mama, whenever they tell her he dead, I hope that bitch have a stroke (Fuck her poor ass)

I done did way too much for this spot I got, I ain't never gon' go back broke

Landed on deck with one of the opps and that dirty-ass nigga ain't had no soap (His broke ass)

Wanna learn how to slide, go and get your mask and gloves, lil' Vonno gon' treat you the ropes (You know that)

Better bounce out and blow, got his ass left in the snow, 7.62 went straight through his coat (His dumb ass)

It's two niggas up on that block, I got thirty-three shots, when I bounce out, I'm killin' 'em both (Come here, come here, come here, come here)

Hit his ass so many times, he was dead on the scene, they ain't even try to check on his pulse (His dead ass)

Why his lame ass stealin' my flow? (The fuck?) The opps get booked for a show and we killin' the host

Before I even let off the shots, he was runnin' and screamin', his bitch ass was doin' the most (Ah)

They said he was dissin' on Snap, caught him and clapped him and turned his dumb ass a ghost

Caught his ass workin' a pack, bounced out on him and smoked his dumb ass like a roach (He dead)

I ain't make the team, that fuck nigga crushed my dreams, I'll fuck around, shoot at the coach (His ho ass)

Better get you a Drac', fuck is that lil'-ass 9? That's somethin' I won't even tote (For real)

Lil' Vonno, I'm turnt, the way that I'm ballin' these hoes, they say that I could've went pro (D1)

I done caught like three in a row (Huh?)

They say that the lil' nigga dead (Shit), but I already know

Catch a B and fall off in the 'yo

Mike got him a goofy, charge seventy-five for a 'bow, nigga (His dumb ass, nigga)

Turnt up, not burnt up, nigga diss on the gang, gon' get his dumb ass sent up, nigga

We the gang, niggas wanna be the gang, we'll come R.I.P. your gang, nigga

Long live Mook, long live Mike, forever tossin' for the gang

We catch your ass, we layin' your ass down, man, go

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