Our Turn

Go crazy on them beats, Rich Ro
Dope
Skrrt
And it's still fuck the other side

We bout to have our turn in this bitch
Stretch a nigga like a perm in this bitch
Yo ho lookin' like a germ in this bitch
Nine times out of ten I'm curvin' this bitch

We bout to have our turn in this bitch
Doggy lookin' like a perv in this bitch
Glizzy on me while I'm swervin' this bitch
No biggie if she pregnant, still servin' the bitch

We bout to have our turn in this bitch
We bout to have our turn in this bitch
Bout to have our turn in this bitch
We bout to have our turn in this bitch, gettin it

We bout to have our way in this bitch
New 40 and it came with a switch
Doggy lookin' sweet with his chains on an shit
I'm from a city where niggas'll buy a chain before a whip

Where bitches'll tell you that they love you and still dip
I got niggas doin' ten years plus cause of a snitch
I'd rather pick up the nickel before I drop a dime
Niggas can do the crime but can't settle for the time

And every time I bump my head I never cried
And every time we hit that block, somebody died
Put a nigga in a skillet, get his ass fried
Compare him to a perc, he gon' get his ass popped

Peezy wasn't lying when he told you them bitches hot
Went from smokin' exotic packs to now we smokin' on opps
Went from fuckin' with thorough niggas, now you fuckin' with cops
Tryin' to stretch the work to the max, you fuckin' up the block

Before I have to cut your head off, let me stop
Lil' bro just get up out the spot
Fumbling the bag, I can't even go an shop
We was locked in, now we can't even rock

Break it down, fuck it, serve it to the block
R.I.P. to Nard, I miss you more than a lot
If he was here, he'd probably burn up the.
I ain't even gotta say no more

We bout to have our turn in this bitch
Stretch a nigga like a perm in this bitch
Your hoe lookin' like a germ in this bitch
Nine times out of ten, I'm curvin' this bitch

We bout to have our turn in this bitch
Doggy lookin' like a perv in this bitch
Glizzy on me while I'm swervin' this bitch
No biggie if she pregnant, still servin' this bitch

We bout to have our turn in this bitch
We bout to have our turn in this bitch
We bout to have our turn in this bitch
We bout to have our turn in this bitch

300 Ps in the P's, all burner cuts
Black market CG, I know they heard of us
OT, turn around, let me turn you up
Tryna roll in my hood get yo spot burnt up

I ain't runnin' from no man, A.R., I trust
And my man's a gunsmith, he go by Toys R Us
And this shit too strong, bro, this boy need cut
I'm God's son with a plan, I don't know nothin' bout luck

Remember, I was down bad, no, I ain't have much
Playin' with Sum light, I had to grind that shit up
That's my dawg, but he know that I'm comin' blinked up
A thousand on the bus, keep that shit on hush

Curry got an L, but he keepin' touch
Barely talk to my mans, but we still locked in
Lost Vic, shit, I used to be off two, three Xans
Lost E, still sick, I ain't got my mans

He ain't here, but you gon' hear him on every song
Probably doin' some funny shit in my videos
Or smackin' on some pretty hoes
I find a way, I bet my nigga won't be fuckin' with no city hoes

My brother comin' home wait til he make parole
Just talked to him, he was mad, I keep switchin' phones
I just wanna hear his voice and tell him get home
I be ready, wanna tell him all these niggas hoes

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