TABLES TURNT

[Intro] Second charge, you know what I'm sayin'? Woo, hrr, hrr, hrr (I'm a product of the Trench, nigga, hrr) [Chorus] I think the tables turned (Ha) I think I did some dirt (Ha) I think I stained my shirt (Ha) Niggas tryna roll with the mandem Don't you know it's ladies first? (Huh) Heard you got a pole on your gangster Don't make us lift your skirt (Hrr, uh-hrr) Don't make us snatch your purse, uh Don't make us smash and swerve Don't make me crack that curb (Ha, woah, ha) Don't make us walk your home, huh You don't want blood on your Chrome You don't want— ha, ha, ha (Ha, hrr, yeah) [Verse] Huh, I'm back on the road I think I got sex, I'm toned (Geek) I think I got' stretch my bones I been away from the game too long, I think I got to press reload (Ha) My man copy the swag so good, they think I'm clonin' a clone (Oh my God, ha) I'm back from the darkness, blacker than black with a whitе boy pose (Ha) See me on stage and I'm doin' a dancе with a swag that they can't control (Chyeah) I'm pushin' a thirty clip in my trousers, young G's callin' me old My agent man said no more stupid dinners, I'm— (Please) My agent man said no more stupid dinners with famous fakes (Ha) Last time I went, I was so embarrassed, I took my name off the plate (Tch) Look at these stupid rappers tryna compete, like we play the same game (Ha) Blud, I'm a prophet, you snipe you for the profit and that's why they know your name I used to be like you, blud, I wanted the money, I wanted the chains (Ha) I used to be like you, blud, I wanted the love and I wanted the praise (Ha) I had to realize they never had my jacket all the days it rained (Ha) Now, I gotta get them hooked with brand new dub, I got Cult— Cult— (Ha) Cultcaine, yeah, Cultcaines, huh, Cultcaine (Ha) Huh, they tried to take my soul (Yeah) They tried to make me fold (Ha) But, look, now, I'm back on road (Hrr, chyeah, grr) [Chorus] I think the tables turned (Woah) I think I did some dirt (Woah-woah) I think I stained my shirt (Ha) Niggas tried to roll with the mandem Don't you know it's ladies first? (Huh) Heard you got a pole on your gangster Don't make us lift your skirt (Hrr, hrr) Don't make us snatch your purse, uh Don't make us smash and swerve Don't make me crack that curb (Ha, yeah, ha) Don't make us walk your home, huh You don't want blood on your Chrome You don't want— ha, ha, ha