OG Turbo – BANSHEE Lyrics

Mm-hmm
Mm-hmm
Sippin' all this liquor to my head
Till I'm dead
Peep the dab of ranch its a
Rollie' on my hand
Got Lil' mamma poppin'
In a fuckin' hand stand
She gon' six-nine but she won't
Tell another man
And Lil mamma hot
Got her blowin' like a fan
Just like charter, got Lil mamma
Poppin' on demand
Take her to the beach
I could f*ck her in my sandals
Ass fat but
Nothing I can't handle

Uhh, what the plan be
You gon' swallow nut, won't need no plan B
Fuckin' on this bitch, and her name Randy
Too gone off that liquor, off that brandy
F*ck for hours off that, xanny candy
She rippin' my clothes off, just like a band-aid
Bitch it's way more paper, that you can't see
Bitch I'm going ape just like a banshee
Witt all of my niggas stay givenchy, huh
Witt one of my niggas its a semi, tucked
Hit the bitch in six different positions, f*ck
Like a semi imma have to lift her, up
Shake that ass and she gone break the richter, yuh
She coming first but imma be the victor, huh
Aim at her face and paint a perfect picture, huh
She tatted up her body full of scriptures, yuh

Sippin' all this liquor to my head
Till I'm dead
Peep the dab of ranch its a
Rollie' on my hand
Got lil' mamma poppin'
In a fuckin' hand stand
She gon' six-nine but she won't
Tell another man
And Lil mamma hot
Got her blowin' like a fan
Just like charter, got Lil mamma
Poppin' on demand
Take her to the beach
I could f*ck her in my sandals
Ass fat but
Nothing I cant handle

Till I'm dead
It's a Rollie' on my hand
Got Lil' mamma poppin'
In a fuckin' hand stand
She gon' six-nine but she won't
Tell another man
And Lil mamma hot
Got her blowin' like a fan
Just like charter, got Lil mamma
Poppin' on demand
Take her to the beach
I could f*ck her in my sandals
Ass fat but
Nothing I can't handle
Mm-hmm