Turn Left Turn Right
Shout out DatBoi nigga
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Gang, gang, gang, gang
Mmm, she got a body like Nicki, ooh baby
Give me the addy then I'm poppin' up
Once I get the location
Turn left, turn right
Mmm, then I'm pullin' off
I'm movin' wop, movin' wop
I got a drop from a chop
She like a nigga who pockets be bigger
A vet with the strokes and be making her thicker
And do what he want, and do what he want (he do what he want)
Yeah, yeah, uh
Baby who fuckin' with me, ain't no competitor
Shitting on opps, getting this guap, I'm way ahead of them
Yeah, yeah, she got a nigga, and I got a bitch, it ain't no tellin' though
I'm feeling very elite, niggas know I got the streets
I'm married to fashion
I'm breaking her back in
I'm hearing she got a body like Nicki, she got a body like RiRi
But none of that matter if the pussy is wack (okay)
If your pussy trash, bitch I'ma spit on your back
If it's not wet, on to the next
I'm too lit of a nigga, I can't be attached
I be stylin', I'm flexin' with racks
I got money, I know how to act
I'ma go put it up
I don't care if I'm rich, if you owe me I want it back
I see them crackin' fours, we gon' start a fight
We gon' pull up and end the whole litty night
Boom, bow, I'ma drop his ass
Boom, bow, I got the back
I gotta chill where my niggas at, the whole gang eat, I break bread
Yeah we be arguin' and shit, but it would not be about a bitch
I think she winning 'cause she got no flaws
Ain't no competing she badder than all
Her hair to her ass, all of that cute shit
And not any nigga could get in her drawers (she cute)
She my type, she the one I like (she fine)
Pull up on me, baby
I wanna fuck, I wanna fuck
Once I get the location
Turn left, turn right
Mmm, then I'm pullin' off
I'm movin' wop, movin' wop
I got a drop from a chop
She like a nigga who pockets be bigger
A vet with the strokes and be making her thicker
And do what he want, and do what he want
Yeah, yeah, uh (let's go)
Baby who fuckin' with me, ain't no competitor
Shitting on opps, getting this guap, I'm way ahead of them
Yeah, yeah, she got a nigga, and I got a bitch, it ain't no tellin' though
I'm feeling very elite, niggas know I got the streets
Uh, I got the streets (whores)
Niggas know I'm comin' (fours)
Doin' what I pick her for, it's my birthday
Pitch I'm power, bitch I'm rich, uh
Perfect
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Gang, gang, gang, gang
Mmm, she got a body like Nicki, ooh baby
Give me the addy then I'm poppin' up
Once I get the location
Turn left, turn right
Mmm, then I'm pullin' off
I'm movin' wop, movin' wop
I got a drop from a chop
She like a nigga who pockets be bigger
A vet with the strokes and be making her thicker
And do what he want, and do what he want (he do what he want)
Yeah, yeah, uh
Baby who fuckin' with me, ain't no competitor
Shitting on opps, getting this guap, I'm way ahead of them
Yeah, yeah, she got a nigga, and I got a bitch, it ain't no tellin' though
I'm feeling very elite, niggas know I got the streets
I'm married to fashion
I'm breaking her back in
I'm hearing she got a body like Nicki, she got a body like RiRi
But none of that matter if the pussy is wack (okay)
If your pussy trash, bitch I'ma spit on your back
If it's not wet, on to the next
I'm too lit of a nigga, I can't be attached
I be stylin', I'm flexin' with racks
I got money, I know how to act
I'ma go put it up
I don't care if I'm rich, if you owe me I want it back
I see them crackin' fours, we gon' start a fight
We gon' pull up and end the whole litty night
Boom, bow, I'ma drop his ass
Boom, bow, I got the back
I gotta chill where my niggas at, the whole gang eat, I break bread
Yeah we be arguin' and shit, but it would not be about a bitch
I think she winning 'cause she got no flaws
Ain't no competing she badder than all
Her hair to her ass, all of that cute shit
And not any nigga could get in her drawers (she cute)
She my type, she the one I like (she fine)
Pull up on me, baby
I wanna fuck, I wanna fuck
Once I get the location
Turn left, turn right
Mmm, then I'm pullin' off
I'm movin' wop, movin' wop
I got a drop from a chop
She like a nigga who pockets be bigger
A vet with the strokes and be making her thicker
And do what he want, and do what he want
Yeah, yeah, uh (let's go)
Baby who fuckin' with me, ain't no competitor
Shitting on opps, getting this guap, I'm way ahead of them
Yeah, yeah, she got a nigga, and I got a bitch, it ain't no tellin' though
I'm feeling very elite, niggas know I got the streets
Uh, I got the streets (whores)
Niggas know I'm comin' (fours)
Doin' what I pick her for, it's my birthday
Pitch I'm power, bitch I'm rich, uh
Perfect
Credits
Writer(s): Unknown Composer Author, Luca Fano Caroti, Anthony Paulino, Shai Shachar
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