[Chrous]
To turnt , too lit of your b**h
To turnt , too lit of your b**h
I ain't stresin bout sh**
I ain't stresin bout sh**
[Verse 1: Guyana Kidd]
p**y Boi got mad cause i pulled out 40 round clip
His girl was f**ing wit me because i got that drip
p**y n***a heard gunshots then he dip
I ain't a gangster but i'm bout my sh**
f** her so hard , she can't feel her clit
Last night was too lit
I had got some a**
But i should've been studying for math cla**
Damn i ain't gone pa**
Now my momma finna kick me out the crib
She gone say "since i'm bad, imma be bad by myself
Knowing damn well i need her help
Oh man god damn
Should've listen to my grandma Pam
Now i'm sittin here saying damn
[Chrous]
To turnt , too lit of your b**h
To turnt , too lit of your b**h
I ain't stresin bout sh**
I ain't stresin bout sh**
[Verse 2: Guyana Kidd]
Ion know what's wrong wit me
I been going through a lot of sh** lately
Where's b.o.b and hailey cause i need that airplane
Wish had money to get some "Gucci Mane"
But hey i'm finally getting a little fame
Next thing you know, i'm at the top of the game
Gotta train to get better every day
Life is a maze
Racism is the bully we all hate
Cause he everywhere everyday
[Chrous]
To turnt , too lit of your b**h
To turnt , too lit of your b**h
I ain't stresin bout sh**
I ain't stresin bout sh**
We ain't stressin bout sh**
Ain't no stress b**h