my turn
Bouta hit this scene wit her (wit her)
Bouta pop this bean wit her (wit her)
Bouta break down zips wit her (wit her)
When I left last year it hurt (it hurt)
Felt like it wasn't my turn (my turn)
Ima bust back make it burn (burn)
Better pray I don't put you in a urn
(Young silo killed this shit)
Askin all these questions, babygirl give me a minute
I don't like interrogation, I don't do 21 questions
Bad lil boo she gon come clean, said she aint had some in a while
Said he aint doing it right I wanna see yo ass tonight
Get my cheese I get my provolone, I'm stingy with my tokens
Asking me for my opinion, but I'm really unspoken
Tino why they mad at you? They wanna take yo shine
Ever since I started countin up, they tryna knock my grind
I was driving foreigns at the age of 16, I mean this shit
Never put my nose into another mans pockets bitch
Always kept it g, I never spoke down on my patnas but I
Had a couple niggas try to set me up and knock me
Not a stop sign you can't slow me down
I thumb right through the bricks
I don't respond to the locals, I just pullup with the sticks(pow)
Bouta hit this scene wit her (wit her)
Bouta pop this bean wit her (wit her)
Bouta break down zips wit her (wit her)
When I left last year it hurt (it hurt)
Felt like it wasn't my turn (my turn)
Ima bust back make it burn (burn)
Better pray I don't put you in a urn
If it aint yo turn man, just stay the fuck out the way
This shit aint meant for everybody
Bouta pop this bean wit her (wit her)
Bouta break down zips wit her (wit her)
When I left last year it hurt (it hurt)
Felt like it wasn't my turn (my turn)
Ima bust back make it burn (burn)
Better pray I don't put you in a urn
(Young silo killed this shit)
Askin all these questions, babygirl give me a minute
I don't like interrogation, I don't do 21 questions
Bad lil boo she gon come clean, said she aint had some in a while
Said he aint doing it right I wanna see yo ass tonight
Get my cheese I get my provolone, I'm stingy with my tokens
Asking me for my opinion, but I'm really unspoken
Tino why they mad at you? They wanna take yo shine
Ever since I started countin up, they tryna knock my grind
I was driving foreigns at the age of 16, I mean this shit
Never put my nose into another mans pockets bitch
Always kept it g, I never spoke down on my patnas but I
Had a couple niggas try to set me up and knock me
Not a stop sign you can't slow me down
I thumb right through the bricks
I don't respond to the locals, I just pullup with the sticks(pow)
Bouta hit this scene wit her (wit her)
Bouta pop this bean wit her (wit her)
Bouta break down zips wit her (wit her)
When I left last year it hurt (it hurt)
Felt like it wasn't my turn (my turn)
Ima bust back make it burn (burn)
Better pray I don't put you in a urn
If it aint yo turn man, just stay the fuck out the way
This shit aint meant for everybody
Credits
Writer(s): $us Valentino, Tyler Anyafulu
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