DJ Young Rel - God Damn I be Turnt lyrics

[Hook] God Damn I be Turnt (24x) [Verse 1] God Damn I be Turnt, I take off my shirt I'm pouring the purp, your b**h she a flirt I take off her skirt, then I make her squirt Two pills got me turnt, that straight get you burnt I whip, then I skirt, I get money first, then you the thirst Keep f**ing, Steph Curry Rozay got the k**er, ain't smoking no swishers Three grams out the zipper, them bands come in quicker She lie, Ima trick her, too bad I ain't pick her Got G's on my flippers, codeine for the sippers Got lean in a pitcher, I'm clutch Derrick Fisher I'm balling like Harden, please don't get me started We Turnt in the party, she geekin' off molly They tweakin' and fallin, I turnt up the party I'm just getting started, this just the beginning Excuse all my sinning, the pigeons I'm flippin' Yeah we keep the kittens, you losing, I'm winning Keep green like some spinach, just k**ed it I'm finished [Hook] God Damn I be Turnt (24x) [Verse 2] God damn I ain't finished I'm back on replenish I'm turnt up a minute Them Gucci's I get it I count it, I spend it They say Irv be k**ing That pack we be (?) Fresh out the kitchen But I shall not (?) (?) for them chickens Them bricks he be flipping Now she wanna rip it My diamonds they bright They shining like lights Might f** up your sight Your b**h want my bike Ignored the b**h twice The money my wife I'm living my life Getting turnt up all night I'm high as a flight Call Flash, he be hype Come through with them sticks He don't give a sh** (?) take your b**h Ain't taking no licks How bad is you (?) My rollie don't tick That camera don't (?) That whip don't start That gas smell like fart I'm breaking your heart Excuse all my (?) I'm turnt in the b**h Don't care what I spit (?) [Hook]