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Ghetto Turnarounds
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Rio Da Yung OG
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Look Turnaround for some fast money, now they big mad Throw a surprise party, put a clown in a trick bag n***as d**k suckin' while I'm breakin' down a big bag Blowin' hibachi, thumbin' through the pape' with my rich friends Let's hit the bar, have a money fight, and see who really winnin' Them bands can't fit up in Amiris, I'ma d**kie 'fit it Blip hangin' on my neck, phone pocket got a fifty in it f**k around and brought a bra for the chopper, that b*t*h got titties in it 2020 wide body with the big engines Step on the dope and triple up twice, I be kick flippin' Bought this Glock to take somethin' up top, ain't take pictures with it I'm finna sift a thousand grams, I need a big blender Ayy, I'm in my Lucci bag Why? 'Cause I keep the FN and I'll do you bad D Money just showed me a lil' trick, now I can do the scams But that ain't all a n***a do, I still can move the grams Ayy, Ri', I was crankin' out in Burt and Beecher too Fenton Road sellin' packs with the needles too sh*t crazy, I probably counted thirty 'fore I seen a blue Catch a n***a danglin' that 'Cat and let a Demon loose I call my n***a Freaky Bishop 'cause he keep some juice Sold a pint while watchin' South Central, I had to keep a deuce These n***as cappin' in they songs, they don't speak the truth You ain't really tied in with gang, we don't beef with you Bro, I don't even know what we lost 'cause I had ran from the raid Just because I was performing, threw a band on the stage Sold a zip of Hi for twenty-two five, was in shape I'm tryna win, but keep throwin' n***as deals like I'm straight D Money say he on Fenton sellin' needles I'm on Grand River sellin' fake dope to rich people Six of Wock' in one pop, this b*t*h bite like mosquitos Cut it out with all that hittin' the road talk, we don't believe you New machine, tryna see how many pills it'll make New machine got me workin' overtime when I spray I be trappin', bro, I'm workin' overtime every day I be in the rearview mirrors whole time every play Really only want the green, I'm from Grove Street Big trip, but only punch a Lyft if them hoes weak Good pu**y, but I won't let her suck it, she got bold teeth Sick I gotta line my n***a up 'cause he owe me I heard he up dog sh*t and ain't throw me Quick to rob him, but like Vezz, I been feelin' like the old me b*t*h don't wanna drive, I pay the bus just like Stoney Threw a kid in the club while n***as savin' for a Rollie Hit a n***a 'cross his head for his Rollie Get a nine, do my dance a couple times, that's a whole key I can drink six pints by myself 'cause I don't smoke weed I heard he got a whole pint of red, don't let Smoke leave I can't believe these n***as still thinkin' twenty money Yesterday I bought an eight of Wock', gave him twenty hundreds Did that ten times in one month, so really twenty nothin' I can drop six n***as in thirty seconds, got a fully on me Make an hour sound good like, "Bro, I'm fifty out the way" Made the twenty sales wait and got the fifties out the way I'm a Perc-10 popper 'cause the 30s make me shake Threw a party last week and that b*t*h ended yesterday Got so many hoes, ain't gotta f**k the ones from yesterday Before I drop Wraith, I gotta get get the Cuddy out the way Before an M, I gotta stack a couple hundred anyway Never seen it done? Well, watch how we is finna demonstrate
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