CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : My Turn
Oh, these folks thought I was gon let up (Woo)
Hahaha, that was crazy to think
Retta
(Woo) That way
It's my turn to come pop sh*t, y’all hoes gotta be quiet
I been sitting back letting it unfold
But the game need me, it's time
I ain't seen nobody harder yet
And see the top? Yup, the sh*t mine
And if they run up on me with that dumb sh*t-
It’s on my life a b*t*h dying
I'm thug life till the casket drop
They want a b*t*h to be prissy
Say I'm too c*cky for my own good
They want a b*t*h to come diss me
Got it out the mud, no handouts
They wish a b*t*h was out tricking
But I be too high for that nonsense
I just wish the weed was more sticky
I been-
Out here chasing pesos (Yeah)
I keep it on me, I'm in safe mode (Yeah)
Ain't no f**king where that I can't go
Let a b*t*h try me, I ain't hoe
Really Atlanta, who the f**k checking? (Atlanta)
It's (?) life, who the f**k stepping?
Look, free the real. Who the f**k telling?
Naw forreal
Big Retta, remember that
And pretty please don’t forget it (Don’t you ever)
Them folk can't be looking for me, cause I really be in the city
I don’t know nothing about what them folks did
Cause I really mind my business (On God)
They say the ones out topping me, y'all really out here tripping
Look, a hoe is never ever checking me (Woo)
You don't gotta ask, I said that (I said that)
I stand on 10, I ain't scared of nothing
Leave a hater stuck with the sh*t face
We running sh*t but don’t run from nothing
They spreading rumors, I dead that
Atlanta baby, screaming Zone 3
A-Town stomp on a b*t*h face
I don't know what the f**k y'all thought
Big Retta, not the little one
You get what I'm saying, haha
Yeah
Hahaha, that was crazy to think
Retta
(Woo) That way
It's my turn to come pop sh*t, y’all hoes gotta be quiet
I been sitting back letting it unfold
But the game need me, it's time
I ain't seen nobody harder yet
And see the top? Yup, the sh*t mine
And if they run up on me with that dumb sh*t-
It’s on my life a b*t*h dying
I'm thug life till the casket drop
They want a b*t*h to be prissy
Say I'm too c*cky for my own good
They want a b*t*h to come diss me
Got it out the mud, no handouts
They wish a b*t*h was out tricking
But I be too high for that nonsense
I just wish the weed was more sticky
I been-
Out here chasing pesos (Yeah)
I keep it on me, I'm in safe mode (Yeah)
Ain't no f**king where that I can't go
Let a b*t*h try me, I ain't hoe
Really Atlanta, who the f**k checking? (Atlanta)
It's (?) life, who the f**k stepping?
Look, free the real. Who the f**k telling?
Naw forreal
Big Retta, remember that
And pretty please don’t forget it (Don’t you ever)
Them folk can't be looking for me, cause I really be in the city
I don’t know nothing about what them folks did
Cause I really mind my business (On God)
They say the ones out topping me, y'all really out here tripping
Look, a hoe is never ever checking me (Woo)
You don't gotta ask, I said that (I said that)
I stand on 10, I ain't scared of nothing
Leave a hater stuck with the sh*t face
We running sh*t but don’t run from nothing
They spreading rumors, I dead that
Atlanta baby, screaming Zone 3
A-Town stomp on a b*t*h face
I don't know what the f**k y'all thought
Big Retta, not the little one
You get what I'm saying, haha
Yeah
