Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Turnaround, artist - WARHOL.SS. Date of issue: 26.03.2020
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Turnaround |
| 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' |