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turner - numbers lyrics

[intro]
uh

[verse 1]

i can look at my block and look at the o
you took so many l’s collectively
go dig up your friend, respectfully
bando’s auntie’s still vexed at me
how you let rv go out wrong? (huh?)
he used to tweet verbal, that’s done (nah)
every time they’re doin’ no numbers, they wanna put badman in a song (f+ck them)
[verse 2]

i feel like otf, only the family eating
if you ain’t gonna lie to the industry, tell them how they cheffed you and you didn’t beat them
can’t be love, must be pressure, can’t be blood must be ketchup
real gunman on one extra but he ain’t gonna score no point, never

[chorus]

[chorus]
numbers, numbers (grrt), it’s all ’bout numbers (boom)
his head’s hurtin’ from the numbers (hurtin’)
friends pilin’ up in numbers (ayy)
what the bumba? what the bumba? (bum)
my clip don’t know ’bout hunger
you a&r p+ssed off for your numbers (p+ssed)
my shooter get it in with the numbers

[verse 3]

who you touched? can’t be us (huh?)
tek the wha’? left your what? (big head never ever ever used his wetter)
who’s your opps? can’t be us (nah?)
they love act gangster see what they like when it ain’t rehe+rs+d
20 man deep when they saw me first (look in the mirror and tell me i’m lieing)
abra cadabra, i dropped him, headie one watching fans don’t know
look at the plane, look at his watch and his chain getting passed round on park lane
youtube gangster internet shooter, he ain’t gonna spin no coupe
sh+t, then i think he meant uber, i don’t call it a clip its a ruler
i know its only rap, but cmon, stop all the cap
i might get my shooter plaque, serious numbers, pull up the stats

[outro]

who you touched? can’t be us (huh?)
tek the wha’? left your what? (big head never ever ever used his wetter)
who’s your opps? can’t be us (nah?) (nah) (nah) (nah)

- turner lyrics

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