Lyrics:
crooked absolutes that try to picket us
Look at us on this road trying to pave it
Ten toes down two feet to the pavement,
Hot turf I surf through so wavy
like im Torry Holt. This the greatest show on turf nigga. Best earth on the earth nigga, show you what its worth nigga.
I just popped a .mmm yea. Feel
and turf
With Steak and Lobster
I cannot Rest In Peace until I hit a Little ganja
Get a weedcoma then it's over
Thought I told ya that you
Dead
To me
Looking
And can we go to MGM tonight?
She want a hood nigga that made it out
I want a bougie bitch with a lot of mouth
We from the city, move gas down south
Buy it
games, accurate aim blow, you right out the frame Have nothing to gain, a little bit of fame and a whole lot of change Some n****s gon' hate that come with
turf
if i eat a chilli
i think that it might hurt
fuck it youre so pretty
but i'm too scared to say hi first
i burst
she wanna see me on the stage right
made it to da Bob Barkers
Guccis like I do me, be out by da mornin
Pay Attention, dis is real shit
Like a walk to da Shell from Turf, so you can feel
Out here inside
I've never heard
It's like them burns right?
Jumping the turf
Smoke and run
Fly to the sun
Bang bang
I just fainted
The bell sang
can feel the shore breeze
Raised on the Jane
I'm talking 40 (Turf Grassway)
I used to dream
With my eyes wide open
Woke up made it happen
Young fraud
down, man down lay up in the dirt.
Put a stake up on your turf.
Crucify your click.
These slugs for your funeral, super-size your fit.
My goons are high
victory
We surf in' the turf with the nerf
'Cause we poppin' right out of our shirts
And the money ain't making it work
'Cause the money go straight
ground, I cannot afford turf
And pain is all around me, I cannot avoid hurt
And when they took my mommy, I could not enjoy Church
My Swag is So Tsunami, let
the flow, encore, close curtains
I'm out to get it, can't stop, I gotta earn it, definitely is certain
Humble and jumbo, high like I'm Dumbo
Not
no “bless you's”
It's hex you
Forest noir
Whose turf I'm on?
I run this track with nothin on
c forest nymph from dusk to dawn
Turnt up before
they knew a young nigga first
Talk about how they seen me get it out the dirt
Fighting all niggas that was stepping on the turf
Man i swear you niggas
dances she dances exotic
Out on the beach we be sippin' hypnotic
Hold up, baby
You know I'm a flirt
But you know I'm still puttin' in work
Texas boy, 956,
say stop snitching
It's the Bay I rep for all the turfs and the hoods
All the gangstas and thugs getting money what's good?
Wish you would disrespect
engorged retirement[01:10.96]Now I grew up a traditionalist[01:12.85]Thankfully I grew out if it[01:14.38]I ain't saying there's nothing wrong with
Back
When I
First
I won a race to be living a racial absurdity.
Take off my shoes man I'm not finna run on the turf
(Uh uh)
I moved to Cali but it
the hips
Full set of lips
Head in a book
While I'm chasing a grip
Couples like power
Man shout out to fif
So many badies
Double checkin my list
Raps is
with some cleats
Trying to step on turf
Faded up off a xnan, body don't even work
Bad bitch off the molly, told her put in some work
Niggas cap, head
the trees
On my turf it's a war look at the rockets
Taser in my pants cuz these hoes i be shocking
All the seeds fall down hit the floor hit the floor
So will
or the dirt
Unc say it is about equity
So put in that work
I got a M in real estate and
Still good on the turf
I'm thinking owner
Fuck pension
Im a boss not
Margaret Mountford
Racking the paper and my shagging is major
I'm appealing in the sack like a bag of pataters
My girl is checked out 'cause she's
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