Lyrics Turbo - YoungBoy Never Broke Again , DaBaby

Die!
Walk on stage

She say she like me
Plain Jane, AP
Got the Bentley, 'Rari
She just want a Birkin
I can't buy her a Birkin
I ain't bought my mom a Birkin
Always when I'm working
That money I be splurging like Turbo (uh)

Uh, go, fucking that ho on campus (uh)
Hitting her in between classes (uh)
Nutting all over her glasses (uh, like Turbo)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, go (uh)
Catch me zipping my car through traffic (uh)
Young nigga got him a Hellcat but the Lambo' go way faster, I go turbo

She want Celine spring
I want some lean, yeah
I love Forgiato, must turn off from the scene (yeah)
Come and geek up like Turbo (skrrt)
Draco under my peacoat
Money coming in real fast like Sonic
Starting to think my new bitch robotic

Swing the stick out the car when the opp get spotted
Bringing up money, you know I got it
I want her with a whole lotta body
Babies, K-pins watch me ship it (yeah)
Running off-stage, I dive (dive)
Sitting on the mountaintop
Hoping that I do not die
Whatever I wear, I'm way too fly (okay)

Told her chill out with that capping
A pint of that matrix I'm packing it, yeah
Even with these foreign girls, you know that I'm smashing 'em
Propane tank of gas, no citgo
Come with the bullshit, you know I'm with though
Fucking on shorty 'til the morning time
Hitting her real fast, she call me Turbo

She say she like me
Plain Jane, AP
Got the Bentley, 'Rari
She just want a Birkin
I can't buy her a Birkin
I ain't bought my mom a Birkin
Always when I'm working
That money I be splurging like Turbo (uh)

Uh, go, fucking that ho on campus (uh)
Hitting her in between classes (uh)
Nutting all over her glasses (uh, like Turbo)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, go (uh)
Catch me zipping my car through traffic (uh)
Young nigga got him a Hellcat but the Lambo' go way faster, I go turbo

You know the Lambo' go fast
They want me to slow down, but I'm back on they ass
Back in that bitch and with 30, they tax
Baby done went and got another one (yeah)
She want a trick or a treat (a treat)
Told her, "It ain't Halloween" (uh-huh)
She should have the Pro Tools on when I beat
I be fucking her showing my bae how to sing

Come on baby, rock on my mic (uh-huh)
My hoes get to hitting, I ain't stopping no fight (uh-huh)
Come on with the ticket, I ain't stopping no lights (uh-huh)
Speed through that bitch like I'm Turbo
I got a brand new glick, we gon' see if it work though
She like to come give me head on lunch breaks
Sent the text, "Where you at?" Come get ate"
Texted her back, dropped a pin, "Meet me here, parking deck on the third floor," Turbo

I gotta need for speed, faster than a mo'fuckin' furious (yeah, bitch)
Tryna see what's up with me, come die in this bitch being curious
I pulled up in a wild body Benz, came out hopped in a Urus (go)
Paparazzi don't know what car I'm in
And these hoes want something, so I'm serious (nigga)

She say she like me (she)
Plain Jane, AP (AP)
Got the Bentley, 'Rari (braah)
She just want a Birkin (wooh, wooh, wooh)
I can't buy her a Birkin
I ain't bought my mom a Birkin (yeah)
Always when I'm working
That money I be splurging like Turbo (uh-huh, yeah, turn me up)

Uh, go, fucking that ho on campus (uh-huh)
Hitting her in between classes (uh-huh)
Nutting all over her glasses (uh-huh, like Turbo, Turbo)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, go (uh-huh)
Catch me zipping my car through traffic (uh-huh)
Young nigga got him a Hellcat but the Lambo' go way faster, I go turbo

(Baow!)
(Yeah)