Turnt Freestyle Lyrics

Take away, if I lose control

If I'm lying here, will you take me home

Could you take it

A broken soul

Will you hold me now

Will you take me home

Will you take me home

Will you take me home

Will you take me home

Will you take me home

They told me that I couldn't do it

So I started making music

I got the gift, I cannot lose it

You got the power, but abuse it

I found my flow and got more fluent

I feel the beat and start to lose it

You see the mountains that I'm moving

You see the friends that they choosing

Now you see that he a snake

And all the love he gave was fake

You gave him love, he gave you hate

And you let him eat your plate

And you loaded up his bank

And now you gone and it's too late

Why you lie straight to my face

All them memories are waste

And now somebody took your place

I hope you hear every verse

Cause it's gone keep getting worse

Now I'm really on alert

These girls ain't nothing but a flirt

Put all your feelings in the dirt

Before you end up getting hurt

You out my life, I'm getting turned

And all your memories is burned

Don't worry about them and get a bag

Fuck a girl and get your cash

You don't got money, you won't last

It's 2023 and you going all sad

I wanna be a husband, you wanna be a dad

I start getting numbers, they start getting mad

Take a top off, I ain't talking about a grad

Ha, I feel the beat and I get the spazzing

You know I stay spitting it, ain't like a drag

You said you would be me, that would never happen

It's funny how y'all think that I'ma stop rapping

You being mad while I'm getting money

I'm in my bag, you look like a dummy

I'm really cold, threw up like a mummy

I got the drip, why you looking bummy

Say he a bear, but I think he gummy

QBuckets back, I hope you are aware

I say the hey, but I never care

All of my opps do nothing but stare

When I say pull up, it's more like a dare

He think he slick, but I'm pulling the chair

I'm back, and I'm staying

I am dead ass, don't think that I'm playing

He said it was on sight, but he ran

You say you a hater, but I see a fan

I see a boy that claim he a man

I see a white boy that claim he tan

Im Finna blow, just give me a chance

They feel the beat and they start to dance