"Turnest Nigga In The City" lyrics
(Mook got the keys jumping)
Doggy brick for 65, yeah, I'm on that
Free Skeet, if they don't take a 3, then I don't want that
One for them and one for I, like fuck it, bring them phones back
Cause takin' hits still, 12 will get him killed still
Buzz been goin' up in the hood, Doggy a thug
Jedd finally got off his hair, caught him a blood
Still taking hit to the nash, thought I was done
Nah, bitch, get you a bag, let's have some fun
Jazz back fuckin' with chazz, I should cry
Maybach 200 in cash I should drive
Local niggas tryna compete show me a M
Ran up 250 this week, nigga, in Timbs
Gotti got 'em all lined up I want a dime
Doggy talkin' crazy on the Gram, I wanna try him
Like he ain' worth half what he be sayin', niggas be lyin'
Bitch, I get it, I'm still fuckin' over all your niggas
Turntest youngin' in the city, you know all us piped
Everybody tote a .30, bitch, and all us fight
Gettin' paid from them birdies, niggas all us Mike Vick, hoe
Let's hit the road, I need a white bitch
Probably move back to the A, niggas don't like me
Never seen Doggy go bold, check his inditement
To all you niggas here 'cause I'm on, why you ain't write me
I just got the call from Dirt, niggas kitin' off the rock
See a op you know it's on
Say he right I know he wrong
Ain't no iffin', bitch, I'm goin'
Two shots dilly, bitch, I'm blowin'
Any color, double orange, rose gold, forty pointers
Niggas hoes they be pointin'
Show that wok work, nigga, I know like 4 of y'all ain't right
Double 7 outta 5, nigga, 4 of y'all ain't fight
Give me those straight to Mike's, that was never me
And tell that bitch get off my dick, I got better freaks
Bro, if I want a hoe for real, she'll never leave
I'm still on the east, packin', swervin' in that Bent
I still got the same air mattress that got her hit
Let me stop, I got a bitch, but nigga she rich too
Turntest youngin' in the city, you know all us piped
Everybody tote a .30, bitch, and all us fight
Gettin' paid from them birdies, niggas all us Mike Vick, hoe
Let's hit the road, I need a white bitch
Probably move back to the A, niggas don't like me
Never seen Doggy go bold, check his inditement
To all you niggas here 'cause I'm on, why you ain't write me
I just got the call from Dirt, niggas kitin' off the rock
Doggy brick for 65, yeah, I'm on that
Free Skeet, if they don't take a 3, then I don't want that
One for them and one for I, like fuck it, bring them phones back
Cause takin' hits still, 12 will get him killed still
Buzz been goin' up in the hood, Doggy a thug
Jedd finally got off his hair, caught him a blood
Still taking hit to the nash, thought I was done
Nah, bitch, get you a bag, let's have some fun
Jazz back fuckin' with chazz, I should cry
Maybach 200 in cash I should drive
Local niggas tryna compete show me a M
Ran up 250 this week, nigga, in Timbs
Gotti got 'em all lined up I want a dime
Doggy talkin' crazy on the Gram, I wanna try him
Like he ain' worth half what he be sayin', niggas be lyin'
Bitch, I get it, I'm still fuckin' over all your niggas
Turntest youngin' in the city, you know all us piped
Everybody tote a .30, bitch, and all us fight
Gettin' paid from them birdies, niggas all us Mike Vick, hoe
Let's hit the road, I need a white bitch
Probably move back to the A, niggas don't like me
Never seen Doggy go bold, check his inditement
To all you niggas here 'cause I'm on, why you ain't write me
I just got the call from Dirt, niggas kitin' off the rock
See a op you know it's on
Say he right I know he wrong
Ain't no iffin', bitch, I'm goin'
Two shots dilly, bitch, I'm blowin'
Any color, double orange, rose gold, forty pointers
Niggas hoes they be pointin'
Show that wok work, nigga, I know like 4 of y'all ain't right
Double 7 outta 5, nigga, 4 of y'all ain't fight
Give me those straight to Mike's, that was never me
And tell that bitch get off my dick, I got better freaks
Bro, if I want a hoe for real, she'll never leave
I'm still on the east, packin', swervin' in that Bent
I still got the same air mattress that got her hit
Let me stop, I got a bitch, but nigga she rich too
Turntest youngin' in the city, you know all us piped
Everybody tote a .30, bitch, and all us fight
Gettin' paid from them birdies, niggas all us Mike Vick, hoe
Let's hit the road, I need a white bitch
Probably move back to the A, niggas don't like me
Never seen Doggy go bold, check his inditement
To all you niggas here 'cause I'm on, why you ain't write me
I just got the call from Dirt, niggas kitin' off the rock
Writer(s): Julien Anderson, Inconnu Compisiteur Auteur
