"Turn Arounds" lyrics

Boy, you better stunt on somebody else
'Cause me, nigga, I don't really need no help
Me, nigga, I don't really need no help
'Cause me, nigga, I don't really need no help
Boy, you better stunt on somebody else
'Cause me, nigga, I don't really need no help

Boy, yeah, you know that I feel myself
Supreme, Gucci, Louis on my fuckin' belt
When my nigga died, you don't know how I felt
Do this shit for [?], be nobody else
Should've went to Forest Creek when I had a chance
But goon, you a angel, you know that angels dance
Big Glock tucked inside my fuckin' pants
Slimey, he a snake, watch your fuckin' mans
Revolver got me in a fuckin' trance
Miss my blood, blood, bitch, that was my fuckin' mans
You don't know what to do with that ass
So I took your bitch and I gave her back
This just my life, this is not an act
The shit that go on, you don't wanna experience that
Can't be mad, I live a real life
That's your ho, her pussy real tight
Seven days a week, she fucked every night
Sneak-dissin' bitches, that's just not my type, type
She like a fruit, eat her when she ripe, ripe
I'm doin' wrong, it don't make it right, right
You love this song, did it save your life?
Take off your thong, I think it's that time
Can make a song, don't even gotta rhyme
As long as I'm drivin' and I'm on the grind
Choppa shootin' fast, you can't slow it down
Bustin' planes, I got hella turnarounds