D-Why - Turnt Up (Freestyle) lyrics

[Intro] Yeah, yeah, uh, hey [Verse 1] Super bad, super bad My girl look like Emma Stone So sick I am quarantine The doctor sayin' send you home When in Rome, go alone That's the type of sh** I'm on They say that life's a b**h Her and my ex would probably get along You probably in a coma I'm probably in the MOMA You are whack as f** And I can tell by your aroma Oh no, oh woah Watch me pose for the photo Bros before hoes f** a Yoko, oh no Call it what you wanna call it On this beat I'm f**in' brolic Hard body, you f**in' stylin' I'll rush ya, call me Stalin While in islands, I be probably VIP, I'm in the lobby Your girlfriend is sittin' shotty She singin' like ? ? told me go and get it Don't stop ‘til you got it, dog That's my goal like a soccer ball Does it bother me? No not at all Oh my god, who's that broad She's a dog, but we are not involved Y'all are awesome New Year sh** All you do is drop the ball Go where? Party, party, party, I am so there See there is a difference Where I'm going I don't know where And you are going nowhere No homie, I don't care D how you do it? Cheat code flow, no fair You're wardrobe, tryin' to fit in See me I am the opposite I guess I'm tryin' to fit out My outfit, where you cop that sh**? I don't know and I don't go Where you are, I'm in SoHo Back at it again, we're havin' a bin What happened to him? Oh no You are just a paperboy and me I am the mailman You are Doug Funnie, funny, funny, and I'm Quailman Take your money sales man No man I don't fail Bet I'd blackmail the teacher dog I don't ever fail, man See I am so hungry I'm channeling a younger me I'm snackin' on some dunkaroos And breaking in some dungerees One girl gets over me, then her friend gets under me Maybe I am the sh** that's why these girls keep dumpin' me