TURNTHEBEATOFF! Lyrics

Uh, nah, nah, nah, uh, nah, nah, bitch its barry, aye

Shout out Fantom for a motherfuckin' beat, aye

Bitch its barry', I'm comin' with that heat

48 Glock, pole long as a fuckin' clock

Call the ops, cause we slidin' on every fuckin' spot

Shootin' at your pops, no remorse for my fuckin' ops

Anybody get it when you see my fuckin' red dot

Mister 9-5-4, and it's tatted on my fuckin' neck

On the other side its florida, bitch, you know I represent

I'm a Yankee, yeah, I'm crazy, I be thinkin' death like crazy

why im clutchin?,not for nothing, man, I shoot a dot like Brady

Aye, keep a-blickly' with me, it get sticky

I'ma up that whole hoe, better not try to get busy with me

Yeah, my bitch got that stick, she get busy with it

She a real shooter , yeah, that finger trigger itchy

Yeah, I'm goin' solo, walk down on that op

Been so long since Barry was on the Aux

No photos, I don't model for these thots

Been here for too long, bitch, I need my spot

Stop playin', nigga, bitch, it's Barry, shit get scary

Yeah, nigga, and I'm shootin' on this fuckin

And I'm shootin' with this motherfuckin' stick

Play with Barry, fuck, nigga, you get hit

And I'm off this shit, bitch, it's Barry

Man, see my niggas, she get scared

I said, I'm off this shit, turn the beat off

Turn the motherfuckin' beat, bitch, it's Barry