Intro (Turn the Corner)
Necksnappa
Hop up out the whip I need that cheddar my boy
Fuck your Instagram I'm getting better my boy
Options like my stock
I ain't touching the rock
Up for 44 hours now they call me Barack
Ain't no shame in my game I'm just running the routes
I can't hang with you lames that be running your mouth
It don't matter what you got put your heart in your grind
Its a lonely ass road but I'm blessed by design
Nigga money ain't everything and neither is she
Baby all of this dang a lang come with a fee
You gon need some band aids if you fucking with me
Got a bottle of moscato and a ounce of that tree
I been plotting on these stocks tryna get in my bag
I been working with these knots give a damn if you mad
Buy a couple more calls like I'm tryna get bail
Nigga how you at the mall when your pockets are stale
I been in my bag
Grinding like a soldier
All you niggas mad
Bitch I thought I told ya
Takeoff on they ass
Keep on gettin colder
Foot is on the gas
Bitch I turned the corner
I been in my bag
Grinding like a soldier
All you niggas mad
Bitch I thought I told ya
Take off on they ass
Keep on getting colder
Foot is on the gas
Bitch I turned the corner
Shawty got that magic
Shoot my shot like addicts
Hit that shit so tragic
Now Im gettin roadhead but I'm in traffic
Got old hoes stalking my page
Got new ones checkin my story
I'm stacking my chips like Lays
Yall waiting on me like Maury
Bitch I ain't yo father
Ima young skywalker
Bitch I got it made
Call me Betty Crocker
Never round the blade
Always get my cut tho
Handsome and I'm paid
Plus a nigga cutthroat
Singing ass nigga
Always bout a C note
Hourglass figure
But she got that deepthroat
Keepin to myself
I don't fuck with people
Profit on the shelf
Staring through the peephole
I been in my bag
Grinding like a soldier
All you niggas mad
Bitch I thought I told ya
Take off on they ass
Keep on getting colder
Foot is on the gas
Bitch I turned the corner
I been in my bag
Grinding like a soldier
All you niggas mad
Bitch I thought I told ya
Take off on they ass
Keep on getting colder
Foot is on the gas
Bitch I turned the corner
And this just the intro for your bitchass
Been in my cocoon tryna make shit shake
Life ain't shit but the chances you take
Don't buy time when you can pay attention
Real ones do what fuck niggas mention
Necksnappa
Hop up out the whip I need that cheddar my boy
Fuck your Instagram I'm getting better my boy
Options like my stock
I ain't touching the rock
Up for 44 hours now they call me Barack
Ain't no shame in my game I'm just running the routes
I can't hang with you lames that be running your mouth
It don't matter what you got put your heart in your grind
Its a lonely ass road but I'm blessed by design
Nigga money ain't everything and neither is she
Baby all of this dang a lang come with a fee
You gon need some band aids if you fucking with me
Got a bottle of moscato and a ounce of that tree
I been plotting on these stocks tryna get in my bag
I been working with these knots give a damn if you mad
Buy a couple more calls like I'm tryna get bail
Nigga how you at the mall when your pockets are stale
I been in my bag
Grinding like a soldier
All you niggas mad
Bitch I thought I told ya
Takeoff on they ass
Keep on gettin colder
Foot is on the gas
Bitch I turned the corner
I been in my bag
Grinding like a soldier
All you niggas mad
Bitch I thought I told ya
Take off on they ass
Keep on getting colder
Foot is on the gas
Bitch I turned the corner
Shawty got that magic
Shoot my shot like addicts
Hit that shit so tragic
Now Im gettin roadhead but I'm in traffic
Got old hoes stalking my page
Got new ones checkin my story
I'm stacking my chips like Lays
Yall waiting on me like Maury
Bitch I ain't yo father
Ima young skywalker
Bitch I got it made
Call me Betty Crocker
Never round the blade
Always get my cut tho
Handsome and I'm paid
Plus a nigga cutthroat
Singing ass nigga
Always bout a C note
Hourglass figure
But she got that deepthroat
Keepin to myself
I don't fuck with people
Profit on the shelf
Staring through the peephole
I been in my bag
Grinding like a soldier
All you niggas mad
Bitch I thought I told ya
Take off on they ass
Keep on getting colder
Foot is on the gas
Bitch I turned the corner
I been in my bag
Grinding like a soldier
All you niggas mad
Bitch I thought I told ya
Take off on they ass
Keep on getting colder
Foot is on the gas
Bitch I turned the corner
And this just the intro for your bitchass
Been in my cocoon tryna make shit shake
Life ain't shit but the chances you take
Don't buy time when you can pay attention
Real ones do what fuck niggas mention
Necksnappa
Credits
Writer(s): Gabriel Nwajiaku
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