KE on the Track - Turnt Down lyrics

All the way turned up, all the way turned down Blowing clouds of a smoke like a Ferrari when it burns out White girl brunette, she don't gotta sweat her perm out But she eat my apple when the f**ing w-worms out I live in fast lane, fast lane fury Never in court, f** the judge and the jury My minds in a race cause my time's in a hurry Catch a fish n***a and fry him like he curry Yo, wait until I take off, wait until I take off Bring your b**h along cause I catch her like it's baseball And she run them bases n***a and she run them bases b**h she bringing home dome on a daily basis Eighty five-year-old rocking RMK flannel With supreme khakis and some Gucci sandals b**h I'm on a beach and the beach name is f** I catch an orgasm every time you s** b**h I'm on the grind like I grind my teeth Put you n***as in tortillas cause I grind my beef And I poke her face just like I'm playing poker Chilling like a villain painting faces like the Joker Tipping on 44's while I'm tipped on Jerry Sailor Smoke so much weed I need a muthaf**ing inhaler I'm on another level, pull down the leverage b**h I quench the thirsty pa** the muthaf**ing beverage