"TURKS" lyrics
Damedot & Young Will Lyrics
(Welcome to the trenches, stay dangerous)
Hey
Hey, hey
Yeah
I want you, baby, your nigga a HAM
Twistin' my fingers, I'm five-letter fam
I got her bent over showin' her yams
I'm in a drop-top coupe on the 'Gram
She make a move without usin' her hands
She give me head without usin' her hands
I just got 'em wacked by—
I just got 'em wacked by the nod of my head
That's what he get for not usin' his head
Twenty-four hundred, that's just for my pants
I hit her already, I'm wantin' her friend
Bustdown APs, presis, Cuban link
Diamond links, nigga, you know how we playin'
Bitch, I just might fly you to Turks
Bitch, I just might buy you a purse
Bitch, I should charge you for a verse, bitch
You know that I'm puttin' in work
I'm slidin' in Demon to church
Put a fuck nigga right on a shirt
Hey, then I go make me a verse
Ice on my neck and my hands to sleaze
Niggas get spinned tryna go 'gainst the team
The shirt got no print, but the bitch said "Celine"
The money turn me out to a fiend
Your bitch on her hands and knees
I'm sellin' P's, ten of 'em gone in a week
Can't go for bargain, my price my fee
Zaza hit like Muhammad Ali
This bitch go from 0 to 60 in three
How many bitches could I fit in a sleeve?
Rick Owens shirt and it's made out of sheep
These hoes love a nigga who spend, not cheap
I want you, baby, your nigga a HAM
Twistin' my fingers, I'm five-letter fam
I got her bent over showin' her yams
I'm in a drop-top coupe on the 'Gram
She make a move without usin' her hands
She give me head without usin' her hands
I just got 'em wacked by—
I just got 'em wacked by the nod of my head
That's what he get for not usin' his head
Twenty-four hundred, that's just for my pants
I hit her already, I'm wantin' her friend
Bustdown APs, presis, Cuban link
Diamond links, nigga, you know how we playin'
Bitch, I just might fly you to Turks
Bitch, I just might buy you a purse
Bitch, I should charge you for a verse, bitch
Yeah, I'm fresh like I'm goin' to church
Have you ever been to the Turks?
Bae, can I buy you a Perc'?
Hey, she fine, I'ma Louis her purse
Switch on the Glocky is makin' it squirt
They skip the sheep just to make me a shirt
Maybach truck, I'm knowin' they hurt
Due plays, we pressin' for a quart
How I'ma want you, your nigga a fan
Tattoo my body, I'm five-letter fam
I walk in the bank, they know who I am
Bustdown Rose Gold AP, plain anniversary diamond links, you heard what he said
Bitch, I might just fly you to Turks
Bitch, I might rain if you twerk
Bitch, you know I'm the greatest on Earth (Yeah, bitch)
I want you, baby, your nigga a HAM
Twistin' my fingers, I'm five-letter fam
I got her bent over showin' her yams
I'm in a drop-top coupe on the 'Gram
She make a move without usin' her hands
She give me head without usin' her hands
I just got 'em wacked by—
I just got 'em wacked by the nod of my head
That's what he get for not usin' his head
Twenty-four hundred, that's just for my pants
I hit her already, I'm wantin' her friend
Bustdown APs, presis, Cuban link
Diamond links, nigga, you know how we playin'
Bitch, I just might fly you to Turks
Bitch, I just might buy you a purse
Bitch, I should charge you for a verse, bitch
Hey
Hey, hey
Yeah
I want you, baby, your nigga a HAM
Twistin' my fingers, I'm five-letter fam
I got her bent over showin' her yams
I'm in a drop-top coupe on the 'Gram
She make a move without usin' her hands
She give me head without usin' her hands
I just got 'em wacked by—
I just got 'em wacked by the nod of my head
That's what he get for not usin' his head
Twenty-four hundred, that's just for my pants
I hit her already, I'm wantin' her friend
Bustdown APs, presis, Cuban link
Diamond links, nigga, you know how we playin'
Bitch, I just might fly you to Turks
Bitch, I just might buy you a purse
Bitch, I should charge you for a verse, bitch
You know that I'm puttin' in work
I'm slidin' in Demon to church
Put a fuck nigga right on a shirt
Hey, then I go make me a verse
Ice on my neck and my hands to sleaze
Niggas get spinned tryna go 'gainst the team
The shirt got no print, but the bitch said "Celine"
The money turn me out to a fiend
Your bitch on her hands and knees
I'm sellin' P's, ten of 'em gone in a week
Can't go for bargain, my price my fee
Zaza hit like Muhammad Ali
This bitch go from 0 to 60 in three
How many bitches could I fit in a sleeve?
Rick Owens shirt and it's made out of sheep
These hoes love a nigga who spend, not cheap
I want you, baby, your nigga a HAM
Twistin' my fingers, I'm five-letter fam
I got her bent over showin' her yams
I'm in a drop-top coupe on the 'Gram
She make a move without usin' her hands
She give me head without usin' her hands
I just got 'em wacked by—
I just got 'em wacked by the nod of my head
That's what he get for not usin' his head
Twenty-four hundred, that's just for my pants
I hit her already, I'm wantin' her friend
Bustdown APs, presis, Cuban link
Diamond links, nigga, you know how we playin'
Bitch, I just might fly you to Turks
Bitch, I just might buy you a purse
Bitch, I should charge you for a verse, bitch
Yeah, I'm fresh like I'm goin' to church
Have you ever been to the Turks?
Bae, can I buy you a Perc'?
Hey, she fine, I'ma Louis her purse
Switch on the Glocky is makin' it squirt
They skip the sheep just to make me a shirt
Maybach truck, I'm knowin' they hurt
Due plays, we pressin' for a quart
How I'ma want you, your nigga a fan
Tattoo my body, I'm five-letter fam
I walk in the bank, they know who I am
Bustdown Rose Gold AP, plain anniversary diamond links, you heard what he said
Bitch, I might just fly you to Turks
Bitch, I might rain if you twerk
Bitch, you know I'm the greatest on Earth (Yeah, bitch)
I want you, baby, your nigga a HAM
Twistin' my fingers, I'm five-letter fam
I got her bent over showin' her yams
I'm in a drop-top coupe on the 'Gram
She make a move without usin' her hands
She give me head without usin' her hands
I just got 'em wacked by—
I just got 'em wacked by the nod of my head
That's what he get for not usin' his head
Twenty-four hundred, that's just for my pants
I hit her already, I'm wantin' her friend
Bustdown APs, presis, Cuban link
Diamond links, nigga, you know how we playin'
Bitch, I just might fly you to Turks
Bitch, I just might buy you a purse
Bitch, I should charge you for a verse, bitch
