Turnaround
I was broke yesterday
Now I'm feeling like the man
Woke up
Checked the mail
Said I hit for 50 bands
Quick turnaround
Needa run that shit again
Bout to make 100 plus
An 'ion even use my hands
Fuck ya lil 8th
I ain't 'gotta weigh no grams
Just dished bro a 5
He 'gon flip it into 10
The way this shit is rollin
I ain't finna work again
'Ganna live my life n rap
Might do a taper or a blend
Rollin up exotic
You can smell it in the wind
Seen it all happen
That vision
Im 'chasin
Rooftop 'chillin up high
Like pelicans
Can't believe that I was down
Like when this 'gon all end
50 ball
Had me in love
Have you seen it
I always been the same
To the 'guap
I'm use to cheesing
Made some real plays
Now I'm up
It's unbelieving
Old bitches mad they on own
I'd be grieving
Fat Mackin
Over my shoulder
With a quarter in it
The way it sounds
It's coming quick
Im getting colder wit it
Turnaround
Double back
Im in a duffle 'hittin
You a clown
Where 'yo handout
Bro that ain't my business
From the back
I fuck it up
Im 'slippin side to side
Oh that's ya bitch in my DM
My bad
She tryna slide
Peanut butter how she spread
The jelly how I glide
I love to push behind the Tesla
Neck in autodrive
Vroom
Vroom
Then put it in park
This don't hold a key
This that push to start
I love the foreign bitches
Love the foreign cars
The way my life is goin
I was made a star
Hell yeah I'm a 'fuckin star
Wake up full of sauce like a mason jar
I done came a long way
I done came so far
Shit ain't been the same
Gotta play it smart
Now I'm feeling like the man
Woke up
Checked the mail
Said I hit for 50 bands
Quick turnaround
Needa run that shit again
Bout to make 100 plus
An 'ion even use my hands
Fuck ya lil 8th
I ain't 'gotta weigh no grams
Just dished bro a 5
He 'gon flip it into 10
The way this shit is rollin
I ain't finna work again
'Ganna live my life n rap
Might do a taper or a blend
Rollin up exotic
You can smell it in the wind
Seen it all happen
That vision
Im 'chasin
Rooftop 'chillin up high
Like pelicans
Can't believe that I was down
Like when this 'gon all end
50 ball
Had me in love
Have you seen it
I always been the same
To the 'guap
I'm use to cheesing
Made some real plays
Now I'm up
It's unbelieving
Old bitches mad they on own
I'd be grieving
Fat Mackin
Over my shoulder
With a quarter in it
The way it sounds
It's coming quick
Im getting colder wit it
Turnaround
Double back
Im in a duffle 'hittin
You a clown
Where 'yo handout
Bro that ain't my business
From the back
I fuck it up
Im 'slippin side to side
Oh that's ya bitch in my DM
My bad
She tryna slide
Peanut butter how she spread
The jelly how I glide
I love to push behind the Tesla
Neck in autodrive
Vroom
Vroom
Then put it in park
This don't hold a key
This that push to start
I love the foreign bitches
Love the foreign cars
The way my life is goin
I was made a star
Hell yeah I'm a 'fuckin star
Wake up full of sauce like a mason jar
I done came a long way
I done came so far
Shit ain't been the same
Gotta play it smart
Credits
Writer(s): Nikolas Dorsett
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