Turnaround - WARHOL.SS, DESTO DUBB

Aye, Walking down trap with the fourty, quickest turn around

We not doin' no tresspassing, nigga we gone gun him down

Draws in em titties, fifties and hundred rounds

Kick down the door, head down better not make a sound

Pressure in my wood that’s eight feet

Real boss nigga I don’t fake beef

Playing with that money that’s a late fee

They’ll get me we take his body, get to tapein'

I don’t fuck pale hoes they look pasty

Its a thot beat it down no cake in it

In the kitchen cook it up with a apron

I don’t need swine so I fuck with turkey bacon

I don’t roll the nut on, I don’t do the vapor

Straight facts

Walking like I’m diddy now, take that take that

Niggas rappin' for this gold

Before they sign this eight track

Tints so dark I ain’t seeing anything in this maybach

We ain’t coming in, big boss we on jets bitch

Lay a nigga down, see its different how they take it

Ace poppin is a big bottle on my meek shit

And I know you a broke nigga on that cheap shit

Aye, Walking down trap with the fourty, quickest turn around

We not doin' no tresspassing, nigga we gone gun him down

Draws in em titties, fifties and hundred rounds

Kick down the door, head down better not make a sound

Pressure in my wood that’s eight feet

Real boss nigga I don’t fake beef

Playing with that money that’s a late fee

They’ll get me we take his body, get to tapein'

These VV’s are shining real crazy

Bless your momma but she still got a late fee

You bring the pints to the city that’s a state fee

I’m all about the dough like pastries

My fit is all army but my wrist is the navy

His girl got my hoodie on I know the nigga hate me

I got four baby bottles and I ain’t got one baby

You worry about the roaches but the snakes really shady

They call me wise, sell dope like Jay Z

I don’t play games so I know they can’t face me

Raise in the sixies but was born in the eighties

Your nigga in a uber, so he can’t even race me

Aye, Walking down trap with the fourty, quickest turn around

We not doin' no tresspassing, nigga we gone gun him down

Draws in em titties, fifties and hundred rounds

Kick down the door, head down better not make a sound

Pressure in my wood that’s eight feet

Real boss nigga I don’t fake beef

Playing with that money that’s a late fee

They’ll get me we take his body, get to tapein'