CORRECT LYRICS

Lyrics : Ghetto Turnarounds

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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