Fuk How It Turn Out [G-Mix]
Kodak Black, Lil Wayne, Turk
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Yeah Y'all ain't see this coming Nah they ain't see that comin', G shit nigga I had to do the remix Nigga f*ck how it turn out F*ck how it turn out F*ck how it turn out Nigga f*ck how it turn out F*ck how it turn out F*ck how it turn out F*ck how it turn out, wait hol' up Nigga f*ck how it turn out F*ck how it turn out F*ck how it turn out Nigga f*ck how it turn out F*ck how it turn out F*ck how it turn out F*ck how it turn out, wait hol' up F*ck it this a golden The path already chosen The Mac already loaded The backwood looking bloated And my killers look devoted My children look supported My cars look imported My dogs looking forward And the stars looking lower The guard looking over The lawn looking mowered It's hard to look sober But they looking over shoulders They looking and they notice Whatever's in these sodas got me looking like a tortoise Screaming f*ck how it turn out It's all about the totals It's all about my brodies Don't you know we some immortals I pull up in that Lotus Smoking rigor mortis Passenger is gorgeous Not enough to lose my focus I got hoes that drive me crazy but I still would f*ck your chauffeur I got guns under the sofas and I treat them just like trophies I got powers like a morpheus Turn your child into an orphan Send a bomb into your office Now you're swimming with the crawfish That's New Orleans Nigga f*ck how it turn out F*ck how it turn out F*ck how it turn out Nigga f*ck how it turn out F*ck how it turn out F*ck how it turn out F*ck how it turn out, wait hol' up Nigga f*ck how it turn out F*ck how it turn out F*ck how it turn out Nigga f*ck how it turn out F*ck how it turn out F*ck how it turn out F*ck how it turn out, wait hol' up Tell a lie to a nigga I'm too G for that If I said it then I mean it, I can't take it back If he coming, bitch a dummy, you won't make it back A hundred shots in the drum nigga rat tat tat I'm really about the gangster shit, y'all niggas not Y'all some fucking house niggas I was on the block Got my bag right nigga, now I'm on the yacht Smash you on sight nigga, I'll lay the pop Runnin' on you, 32 5 south robbers Old side, new side, I f*ck with all the robbers F*ck how it turn, I f*ck the world nigga without a condom Had a shootout with the law, I just started firing It's Hotboy nigga, yea Hotboy Turk They got my name in their mouth like a fucking surp Old pussy ass niggas need to wear a skirt F*ck how it turn I bet you I bust 'em, put 'em on a shirt Nigga f*ck how it turn out F*ck how it turn out F*ck how it turn out Nigga f*ck how it turn out F*ck how it turn out F*ck how it turn out F*ck how it turn out, wait hol' up Nigga f*ck how it turn out F*ck how it turn out F*ck how it turn out Nigga f*ck how it turn out F*ck how it turn out F*ck how it turn out F*ck how it turn out, wait hol' up I ain't even got to rhyme, it's more deep than rap Say we beefing I ain't tweeting, I'm too G for that I done drunk too much lean, might catch a sleep attack I don't love these bitches I cannot get deep attached I from the Nolia 1800 block, I'm from the bottom I ain't got to drop a hit, I drop a nigga like an album Ain't got to be a scene, but I still listen I'm in the Thunderbird, slidin' with a desert eagle I'm a lil' thug I was a baby with a desert eagle Ain't no bloodshed catch you with my red Adidas I ain't no bloodshed catch you with my red smores I ain't no blood put a green beam on a nigga Heartbreak kid nigga, Hotboy Kodak Girl was fucking with me before all you niggas know that Free lil' Turk he caught 30, 40 got a 30 yeah Walked in the building with the tool, watch the hammer go back Nigga f*ck how it turn out F*ck how it turn out F*ck how it turn out Nigga f*ck how it turn out F*ck how it turn out F*ck how it turn out F*ck how it turn out, wait hol' up Nigga f*ck how it turn out F*ck how it turn out F*ck how it turn out Nigga f*ck how it turn out F*ck how it turn out F*ck how it turn out F*ck how it turn out, wait hol' up Uh huh nigga Uh huh hol' up Uh huh nigga Uh huh hol' up Nigga f*ck how it turn out Free Beejes Come on home nigga G-mix, G-mix, G-mix, G-mix, G-mix nigga G-mix, G-mix, G-mix, nigga Where all my street niggas at I know y'all fuckin' with this one right chill Wait, leggo Wait, leggo Wait, leggo Hol' up That hotboy shit nigga
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