Turkey Bags
Curtis Freeman
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Chophouze on the track You know (Yeah) 800 shit Alley God, nigga [Chorus] Yeah, I'm sellin' turkey bags, fifteen hundred a piece, yeah Money make a ho move fast, bitch, better beat your feet Yellow tape, mama them sad, soon as we hit your street Niggas throwin' up white flags, niggas don't want no beef Yeah, I'm sellin' turkey bags, fifteen hundred a piece, yeah Money make a ho move fast, bitch, better beat your feet Yellow tape, mama them sad, soon as we hit your street Niggas throwin' up white flags, niggas don't want no beef [Verse 1] Yeah, state cheese, project living I was sellin' dope on Thanksgiving We was robbin', takin' for a living Body for a body, we gon' flip it 800 nigga want murder Zone 6 robbin', we ain't serving Chopper swiss cheese, no burgers BeBe came home for a murder You was studyin', we was selling crack Strippin' pockets, pull him in the back Same niggas serve you a sack Some will cross him out for a stack From the hood, niggas ain't shit Cutthroat, cross you for a bitch Shiesty, watch him, he ain't it Heartless, tryna get rich [Chorus] Yeah, I'm sellin' turkey bags, fifteen hundred a piece, yeah Money make a ho move fast, bitch, better beat your feet Yellow tape, mama them sad, soon as we hit your street Niggas throwin' up white flags, niggas don't want no beef Yeah, I'm sellin' turkey bags, fifteen hundred a piece, yeah Money make a ho move fast, bitch, better beat your feet Yellow tape, mama them sad, soon as we hit your street Niggas throwin' up white flags, niggas don't want no beef [Verse 2] Chopper rounds split his back open F*ck 12, the trap back open Jackin' season, yeah I'm back smoking This stick'll make a movie, slow motion Murder rate higher than a bitch They like f*ck the money, killin' 'bout a bitch That's three bricks all counterfeit That's ten rappers all counterfeit I'm selling turkey bags for cheap She sellin' that little ass for cheap This conversation gon' cost you a fee That phone ain't ringin', then beat your feet Hit my lil' killing partner, where we at? Alley Boy, he ain't learned yet Well bitch, you ain't got a perm yet By Instagram Live, they upset [Chorus] Yeah, I'm sellin' turkey bags, fifteen hundred a piece, yeah Money make a ho move fast, bitch, better beat your feet Yellow tape, mama them sad, soon as we hit your street Niggas throwin' up white flags, niggas don't want no beef Yeah, I'm sellin' turkey bags, fifteen hundred a piece, yeah Money make a ho move fast, bitch, better beat your feet Yellow tape, mama them sad, soon as we hit your street Niggas throwin' up white flags, niggas don't want no beef
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