Turn It

[Hook]

I'mma turn it it for the dopeboys ridin' in the trap

50 pounds and that fire in their lap

I’mma turn it for the bad hoes, aye holla when you see me

You know I got this raw when you need it

I'mma turn it for the pay roll, I need it in my pocket

Boy, what you need then I can get it if I ain’t got it

I'mma turn it for these suckers, man

I know you wouldn't be shit without me

I can keep you bitches dreamin' 'bout me

I’mma turn it for the…

[Verse 1]

Hustle Gang, nigga, that's mandatory

Still be trappin' out the 'bando

King pull strings like a Banjo

Get a nigga killed for a band, yo

Pay anything to be done in the streets, I done it

Swear to God from the West to the East side I run it

You better watch how you talkin’ to me now, Sonny

I’m a Bankhead nigga, but the East ride for me

You violate when you see me, get a demonstration in 3-D

My motivation hit different states

And that ten piece is like hot wings, nigga

Keep it real, you not me, nigga

If it wasn't for jail would have shot these niggas

If they disrespectin’ on top we kill ‘em

I'mma watch that, duck like like dark wing nigga

Still in the trap when you see me

With my burner tucked in my monster truck

The money you get like crumbs to us

And nigga, you ain't even thinkin' rich, I'm enough

With a matchin' chain, my formula

Get cocaine and buy everything, like “Yeah”

[Hook]

[Verse 2]

Never will I be the one

Who ever go broke or don’t carry a gun

Play me for no joke, nigga, I’m not the one

Fuck that shit that you done, we riding ‘til dawn

Run up to him and do him, make sure that he done

New AK with a scope in case he may run

I bet he not far, on top of my car

If I got my tripod I won’t have to try hard to kill him

You hooker better pay me or you out through dealin'

Them niggas whippin' with you and the broad you drillin'

When it come to bankroll we the mob nigga

Okay, I got something for you, nigga

I’mma catch me a case, I’m so ratchet

Get the fuck out my face, 'bout four ratchets

Got bad bitches in mad cities

We hit the stage and throw 40 at it

I stay on gold, nigga, know me

I green light a whole nigga slit lowkey

My attitude does scare with some goatee

I do a drive-by listening to Doe B

My knob bro' (broke), no remo' (remorse)

I’m up there, stuck there, I rolled it for him

From the coast of Mona to the coast of Ole

Better know that

[Hook]