#TurntUpNotBurntUp Lyrics – VonOff1700

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[Intro]
Yeah, spam (D.a. got that dope)
Turn it up a lil’ bit more, a little bit more (Alright, we gone)
Alright (Turnt up, not burnt up, n!gga dissed on the gang, gon’ get his dumb ass sent up)
Alright, alright, come on, come on

[Verse]
I be ready to crash, but I pay the bills and s*it now, so I can’t go
I say I ain’t sliding no more, then I get me lo’ and right back swinging my door (Right back sliding)
N!ggas keep yelling, “Help,” but me, I ain’t had that s*it, boy, I built that s*it up from the floor (You know that)
B!tch, free Lil Three (Free my brother), if we wasn’t out here stealing, we was tryna go up on the score
Why the fu*k is you up in face steady begging for face if you sneak dissing me to a ho? (Your b!tch ass)

Last n!gga dissed on the gang made First 48, got his dumb ass left at the store (His dumb ass)
Whenever I spin through there, I’m tryna lay something down, I ain’t taking no b!tch to the O (I’m not)
When it’s time to go shoot my gun, I’m standing frontline, I ain’t never gon’ run from the smoke (I’m out here)
And fu*k his mama, whenever they tell her he dead, I hope that b!tch have a stroke (Her poor ass)
I done did way too much for this spot I got, I ain’t never gon’ go back broke
Landed on deck with one of the opps and that dirty-ass n!gga ain’t had no soap (His broke ass)
Wanna learn how to slide, go and get your mask and gloves, lil’ Vonno gon’ treat you the ropes (You know that)
Better bounce out and blow, got his ass left in the snow, 7.62 went straight through his coat
It’s two n!ggas up on that block, I got thirty-three shots, when I bounce out, I’m killing em both (Come here, come here, come here, come here)
Hit his ass so many times, he was dead on the scene, they ain’t even try to check on his pulse (His dead ass)
Why his lame ass stealing my flow? The opps get booked for a show and we killing the host
Before I even let off the shots, he was running and screaming, his b!tch ass was doing the most (Ah)
They say he was dissing on Snap, caught him and clapped him and turned his dumb ass a ghost
Caught his ass working a pack, bounced out on him and smoked his dumb ass like a roach (He dead)
I ain’t make the team, that fu*k n!gga crushed my dreams, I’ll fu*k around, shoot at the coach
Better get you a Drac’, fu*k is that lil’-ass 9? That’s something I won’t even tote (For real)
Lil’ Vonno, I’m turnt, the way that I’m balling these hoes, they say that I could’ve went pro (D1)
I done caught like three in a row (Huh?)
They say that the lil’ n!gga dead (S*it), but I already know
Catch a B and fall off in the ‘yo
Mike got him a goofy, charge seventy-five for a ‘bow, n!gga (His dumb ass)

[Outro]
N!gga, turnt up, not burnt up, n!gga dissed on the gang, gon’ get his dumb ass sent up, n!gga
We the gang, n!ggas wanna be the gang, we’ll come R.I.P. your gang, n!gga

Long live Mook, long live Mike, forever toss for the gang
We catch your ass, we laying your ass down, man, go