Lyrics:
shit
Underneath the turf's the worst it's gon' get (it's gon' get)
Whipped up water on my wrist, think I'm a fish
Play dip and dab out the bag (dab
What's your stompin ground? (stompin ground)
What turf you from? (turf you from)
What's you city playboy (what's yo city?) mine 9-4-5-9-1
Vallejo!
Yola, cavi, cream
Fuck the law, charge it to the triple beam
(I got dat work!) Young riders run the block
Bosses cook it up, chop it up and dish it out
Turf with that work (Hey)
I'm going hard for
You better be careful where you walking
Cause my niggas fight over turf (We do)
You thinking you fly till lift the hawkin'
Now yo face shirt (Ba ba
You ain't never did no dirt
You ain't never had no work
You ain't reup on da first
You ain't banging from yo turf
You ain't walked up on no nigga
You
face, smirk
Just gave a job to my clerk
Wildcats, gods on the earth, so you take this L and get off of our turf
She had a cat, she was wild
Hadn't heard
Shittin 50's
Ion Fuq with Dubs, I just $ walk
Bet she Bussit open Like a Kan of Paint
Then I Kick Her Out, There's the Uber, Thanks
If I suck on that Pussy
always stopping?
Why I'm always pushing forward
It still feeling like we halting
Molting feathers same as leaves
How it's falling
Cept it's hot as fuck out
mine
They mine
I pull out your girl and she fine
She fine
I go when I see the stop sign
Allow it, allow it, allow it
I'm taking your turf in a minute
up spare tires
Momma moved us out pretty young
In the burbs don't need no gun
Neighbor had a smaller house than ours
Moved in all a sudden guess they
only to be rich
Summer was litt but now I want twins
That extend the clip and jump out the gym
Hunnid milli till I'm up in a pent
Hunnid milli till I'm
hard to see it through yeah
I ain't wanna be the one
But I just had to show the funds
I hop out and homicides
Pull up on your turf
And yeah we gonna
ion move without no plan
I float off earth
Took over my turf
Blues shinning you can't see me ohhhhh
Feeling down on myself like a coward
I had to boss
Till we cannot see.
When the Turf is closed
We'll dance right out the door,
Drag out all the drunks
Passed out on the floor.
But listen lads and lasses
Stepping in the turf, watch me call the Plays like Madden
Watch me put in work, got the rock, I got 20 like McFadden
See me in the air, bitch I'm
stretched
Permanent press
She'll Comb out ya dreads
Take lil tina and lil cindi
Cross a tour of the city
This Aint the home turf
So you know I keep my partna
like a nerf
I come straight out my own room
Pronounce the real nigga at birth
Got my riffle in this rap shit and
My left foot on a turf
So Imma mix them
on your turf, takin' whatever we want
We rep that F A M, who bring that evening right to the end,
Got some good friends out in Japan, word of mouth
movin
I'm flippin hella units, nigga this is mob music
(That's a good look for you!) Got up out the game
Still spittin major slang, holla at'cho potnah
What's your stompin ground? (stompin ground)
What turf you from? (turf you from)
What's you city playboy (what's yo city?) mine 9-4-5-9-1
Vallejo!
Take you out for your birthday, just don't get on my nerves
(???)
And we shoot over turf, I hit them fools where it hurts, yeah
It's your birthday
the blade away I'm trying to write a verse
Then he chopped my fuckin' head off put it back on backwards
Yea dis ROTN WORLDWIDE all this shit is our turf
bout to go ham
I'm building the pressure
They know who I am
Your timing is off
My timing is now
It only gets better
This turf is my land
This s**t
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