Turtle Leaned Out by Macon Hamilton Lyrics
Verse
18 year old dope fiend
Act like I don't kill tracks nigga
14 sippin' codiene
4 years passed like that nigga?
Pro and Co
Mike and Ike
Swear this shit almost killed me twice
Purple heart
Pour it up
Rest easy pimp, UGK for life
(Hook)
GOD damn I'm leaned out (x4)
Swear to GOD i'm so far gone
Off that purple and patron
She playing that outkast and that bone it put me right up in my zone
(Verse)
I swear it's something bout' that soda that's just sexy
(it's so sexy)
Mix it in with Jolly ranchers once she naked
(Girl take them clothes off)
Speech so slurred can't even talk, I'll take yo message
Gone need some autotune for me to feel corrected (ha, turnup!
Gone need you to go and tell your friends that it's OV before
We started I need some room girl we ain't talking, we just texting (you know how it go!)
Gone need you to mind yo business while I go handle mine
I'm just trying to write these rhymes I'm on top of my grind
So just let me shine dog do you feel me? for really so um
What the fuck is a record deal? a Maybach boy save that
Rather lay tracks, raise heads and erase heads
I'm just stating facts, man this whole rap game ass backwards
Like fuck my niggas, free the feds
And I don't see you boys going far like a wave cap on a nappy head!
I'm a thoroughbred get alot of bread!
Never let a motherfucker stop the bread!
You see what I say? no simon says
If you hating on me? Off with your head
Got that good good in my cup, got that good good in my Dutch
Macon HAAM you know I'm what's up don't let that hot shit
Get you touched
(Hook)
I ain't worried bout it, ok? (x4)
God damn I'm leaned out (x4)
Swear to God I'm so far gone
Off that purple and patron
(Bridge)
Get that money, gone get that money!
Get up, get out, get you somethin! (x2)
Hustling out the ass, yeah that's probably why I'm the shit!
Nigga! I wanna rock I wanna top, what's an opp
To an autobot, I wanna pop!
Ever hating nigga on the block, talking like they hot
AK - 47 non stop like (Baow Bow Bow Bow!)
Eagles in the street watch em' all drop (down)
Lift em' up right quick
Bitch I'm a grind like I'm breaking an ounce
Pour up a 4, and plead the fifth
18 year old dope fiend
Act like I don't kill tracks nigga
14 sippin' codiene
4 years passed like that nigga?
Pro and Co
Mike and Ike
Swear this shit almost killed me twice
Purple heart
Pour it up
Rest easy pimp, UGK for life
(Hook)
GOD damn I'm leaned out (x4)
Swear to GOD i'm so far gone
Off that purple and patron
She playing that outkast and that bone it put me right up in my zone
(Verse)
I swear it's something bout' that soda that's just sexy
(it's so sexy)
Mix it in with Jolly ranchers once she naked
(Girl take them clothes off)
Speech so slurred can't even talk, I'll take yo message
Gone need some autotune for me to feel corrected (ha, turnup!
Gone need you to go and tell your friends that it's OV before
We started I need some room girl we ain't talking, we just texting (you know how it go!)
Gone need you to mind yo business while I go handle mine
I'm just trying to write these rhymes I'm on top of my grind
So just let me shine dog do you feel me? for really so um
What the fuck is a record deal? a Maybach boy save that
Rather lay tracks, raise heads and erase heads
I'm just stating facts, man this whole rap game ass backwards
Like fuck my niggas, free the feds
And I don't see you boys going far like a wave cap on a nappy head!
I'm a thoroughbred get alot of bread!
Never let a motherfucker stop the bread!
You see what I say? no simon says
If you hating on me? Off with your head
Got that good good in my cup, got that good good in my Dutch
Macon HAAM you know I'm what's up don't let that hot shit
Get you touched
(Hook)
I ain't worried bout it, ok? (x4)
God damn I'm leaned out (x4)
Swear to God I'm so far gone
Off that purple and patron
(Bridge)
Get that money, gone get that money!
Get up, get out, get you somethin! (x2)
Hustling out the ass, yeah that's probably why I'm the shit!
Nigga! I wanna rock I wanna top, what's an opp
To an autobot, I wanna pop!
Ever hating nigga on the block, talking like they hot
AK - 47 non stop like (Baow Bow Bow Bow!)
Eagles in the street watch em' all drop (down)
Lift em' up right quick
Bitch I'm a grind like I'm breaking an ounce
Pour up a 4, and plead the fifth