Turn Ya Back
I woke up in a dayz
I don't remember yesterday
Just spark up
I'm gettin high til my times up
No stresses but she wanna create one
That shit got the side piece plotting on the main one
Make a lil income the wants start to change
Roll enough weed and the smoke numbs the pain
You keep treating her like shit and she gon run game
And you niggas think it's cool like the Cuban chain
I peep shit thru these medicated frames
You break her heart I'm sending for her on a plane
I'm dealing
Made thousands on Killian
She turnt her back on you started hanging with the villains
Roll another L
I'm talkin game with the youngins
Roll up to the spot pushin pot bringing jars in
Word you know the wave I'm bringing in
Never trust a 5 star smile and fat onion
I don't do the back n forth bitch This ain't ping pong
Paid the cost to be the boss
That's why I'm blowin all this strong
Always on never off still drippin sauce
Know I pull em like a pulley
New uzi and a loosi dog
Keep ya head up when she fed up
Keep ya paper up
Let em wonder if you layin up
Know us hustlers be weighing up
I Know you miss me but you gave me up
Upset? I'm too blessed on my check stubs
I put that cash in the counter and feel the force
I break that pie on the counter and I get it off
If we don't know you why you here
Get lost
Yea I'm good just doubled up off a juug
The plan came from some niggas steaming on a backwood
Dreamin of Mercedes fuckin bank teller ladies
Told you I was chillin don't ever get it twisted baby
I don't remember yesterday
Just spark up
I'm gettin high til my times up
No stresses but she wanna create one
That shit got the side piece plotting on the main one
Make a lil income the wants start to change
Roll enough weed and the smoke numbs the pain
You keep treating her like shit and she gon run game
And you niggas think it's cool like the Cuban chain
I peep shit thru these medicated frames
You break her heart I'm sending for her on a plane
I'm dealing
Made thousands on Killian
She turnt her back on you started hanging with the villains
Roll another L
I'm talkin game with the youngins
Roll up to the spot pushin pot bringing jars in
Word you know the wave I'm bringing in
Never trust a 5 star smile and fat onion
I don't do the back n forth bitch This ain't ping pong
Paid the cost to be the boss
That's why I'm blowin all this strong
Always on never off still drippin sauce
Know I pull em like a pulley
New uzi and a loosi dog
Keep ya head up when she fed up
Keep ya paper up
Let em wonder if you layin up
Know us hustlers be weighing up
I Know you miss me but you gave me up
Upset? I'm too blessed on my check stubs
I put that cash in the counter and feel the force
I break that pie on the counter and I get it off
If we don't know you why you here
Get lost
Yea I'm good just doubled up off a juug
The plan came from some niggas steaming on a backwood
Dreamin of Mercedes fuckin bank teller ladies
Told you I was chillin don't ever get it twisted baby
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Writer(s): Andre Barnes
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