Lil5iveten - 2 TURNT! Lyrics

Big Energy!
Bitch!
973!
Jersey! (Big Newark)
Elevate your energy, it's gon' elevate your life
I ain't worried bout' who rock with me, i'm in control of my own fight
Why you keep talkin' down on me and yo' shit ain't even right ?
I be too turnt up
I could turn the club up (Aye-aye)
Bitch, I'm Big Energy
Pour that Casa' in my cup
Why you mad at me?
Cuz' ya girl wanna f*ck
You better check ya bitch, it ain't my fault you tryna cuff
I'm gonna' heal and i'm lovin' the progress
I keep stackin' chips, pockets bigger than a fat bitch
On my way up, i'ma see you from a distance
Keepin' focus all on me, I been workin' on my business
Ain't about the money, we can't have a conversation
She tryna f*ck with me, but my feelings on probation
My time about money, I don't care for no relations
I been on a journey, I got one more destination
Man, shut the f*ck up, 'fore you die
I got that shit on, they know I stay fly
Eyes red cuz' i'm high
Bitch, i'm too lit, I don't tell no lies
Geeked up, in the functions
Tryin'' ya luck? You gon' end up with nothin'
I like her friend and i'm f*ckin' her cousin
You tough on the gram, in real life, be bluffin'
I be too turnt up
I could turn the club up (Aye-aye)
Bitch, I'm Big Energy
Pour that Casa' in my cup
Why you mad at me?
Cuz' ya girl wanna f*ck
You better check ya bitch, it ain't my fault you tryna cuff
I be too turnt up
I could turn the club up (Turn the club up)
Bitch, I'm Big Energy (And, i'm-, and, i'm-)
Pour that Casa' in my cup (Like, what? Like, what?)
Why you mad at me? (Like, what? Like what?)
Cuz' ya girl wanna f*ck (Like, what? like what?)
You better check ya bitch, it ain't my fault you tryna cuff (Bitch, Finatic, Im So Slimee)
I be too turnt up (On bro')
I could turn the club up (The f*ck?)
Two-point-five in a blunt, bitch, we ain't rollin' dubs up (The f*ck?)
Takin' shots from the bottle, we ain't drinkin' from a cup (Nah)
Like, bitch, i'm f*cked up (On bro')
Yea, i'm turnt the f*ck up!
Okay (okay)
Okay (okay)
Now, i'ma pop my shit (On bro')
Six-piece, leave him tender, that's Popeyes shit (Grrahh-Grrahh)
Crisco, i'ma pop yo' shit (Grrahh-Grrahh)
Don't touch my cheese, that's not yo' (nacho) shit (The f*ck?)
You'll get bagged, like Costco shit (Grrahh-Grrahh
Walk in the room, I spot yo' bitch? (On bro')
She leavin' with me, that's not yo' bitch! (That's not yo' bitch!)
On bro' (The f*ck?)
Elevate yo' energy, it's gon' elevate yo' life (On bro')
Bitch, i'll cook a nigga like rice (Grrahh)
In My Mood, f*ck Ice Spice (On bro')
I'm gon' lurk, bitch, I Spy
Off this Runtz, bitch, i'm high (I'm high)
Yo' deadmanz got me fried (I'm fryin')
Yo' deadmanz got me fried, like (I'm fryin')
I Say What I Want and I Do What What I Want, you know how I get it and get it (I get it and get it)
This shit on my hip, i'm totin' a grip, and all of my opps, i'm hittin' (Hittin')
These niggas was sleepin' on me, and I woke em' up, i'm makin' em' listen (Listen)
I'm stackin' that money, my pockets is full, so, you know i'm gettin' that chicken (Chicken)
I be too turnt up (On bro')
I could turn the club up (On bro')
I'm with Big Energy (Big Energy!)
Pour that Casa' in my cup (On bro')
Man, these niggas mad at me (The f*ck?)
Cuz', they bitches be some sluts (The f*ck?)
Lil bro', you better check ya bitch, it ain't my fault she tryna f*ck (Bitch!)
I be too turnt up
I could turn the club up (Aye-aye)
Bitch, I'm Big Energy
Pour that Casa' in my cup
Why you mad at me?
Cuz' ya girl wanna f*ck
You better check ya bitch, it ain't my fault you tryna cuff
I be too turnt up
I could turn the club up
Bitch, I'm Big Energy
Pour that Casa' in my cup
Why you mad at me?
Cuz' ya girl wanna f*ck
You better check ya bitch, it ain't my fault you tryna cuff (Uh)