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whiteleanpurrphoodie - turn up lyrics

[verse 1]
top rope jumpin’ like mysterio, gold rings
lookin like a bowl of f+cking cheerios, showin’
off the new black watch lookin like a swiss b+tch
shots at your dome, basketball, make a swish b+tch
adderall bottles all around leans kitchen
cutter so thick, leave your skull, dome, missin’
fourth eye, times square, mobbin’ like some pigeons
robbin any store that could help us up our digits
five rocks on my hand, snappin’ like i’m thanos
got yo b+tch blowin’ like the wind to my flannel
flippin’ thru a band like a set of tv channels
hard act to follow, i’mma hard act to handle
big f+cking stompers, never catch me wearing sandals
step in front of me, mac truck, leave you trampled
tryna’ play me, i would make you an example
whitelean, b+tch, you could never hold a candle

[hook]
f+ck with heaters boy gettin’ burnt a b+tch
pull up to the function we gon’ turn a b+tch
you will not return if you be talkin’ sh+t
talkin’ sh+t, we be hearin’ all of it
backyard creepin’, we gon’ hop a fence
he be typin’ comments, he be dodgin’ fists
fourth eye, you gon’ need a tourniquet (f+ck yo’ verse, b+tch)
box cutter, it’s his f+ckin’ turn again
[verse 2]
whitelean, new hit
woke up like, “screw this!”
all i see is red rings, all i do is big sh+t
pull up to the function, what i got?
f+ckin’ big stick!
bust an opper mouth, leave a lil’ b+tch with big lips
swole, swole (swole)
i’m on go mode, i’m goin’ gold
fire lean, tire slashing
b+tch i’m heat, i’m still cold
let it blow for anyone
no, i’mma break his nose
y’all think i’mma let him go for talking on the former glo?
h+ll no, h+ll no, pickin’ up the cell phone
raid a motherf+cker, cuz’ i heard he got a nice home
big house, big cars, lockin’ up the garage
turn the engine on, on and on, live and gone
livin’ but i need god, water flooded, sea squad
lookin’ at my wrist, oh great!
now your eyes gone
whip an ar+15 got em’ runnin’ like a marathon
got a list of names that i’m tearin’ on
staring down a dark path, country making blue grass
black dirt, black mask, whippin’ out a black mac
run em’ f+ckin’ down with the force of a big mac
honkin’ on the h+rn, b+tch, move fore’ you get splat
love me til’ a heart attack, all i ever ask
k!ll a f+cker for me, pay for my gas
stay pretty then you done it for me
f+ck a b+tch then i go f+ckin’ dash!
[hook]
f+ck with heaters boy gettin’ burnt a b+tch
pull up to the function we gon’ turn a b+tch
you will not return if you be talkin’ sh+t
talkin’ sh+t, we be hearin’ all of it
backyard creepin’, we gon’ hop a fence
he be typin’ comments, he be dodgin’ fists
fourth eye, you gon’ need a tourniquet (f+ck yo’ verse, b+tch)
box cutter, it’s his f+ckin’ turn again

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