My Turn

Sometimes I wonder if the niggas really listen, you know what I mean Like, I feel like they hear it, but they're not listening You get it? Go, go Yeah, two years in what it is? Still money to spend Told them niggas keep counting me in Did it once, I'ma do it again Pray to God, cause I'm living in sin Yeah, y'all keep following trends Devil want my soul, I think I'm falling in But I won't let him get me Yeah, if he come close, load up the semi Yeah, hundred round clip, we got plenty I heard the devil wear Prada, I'm rockin' Fendi Like Lil Baby, this My Turn, call me Timmy This a one man army, no one with me I drank too much, I'm passing out whats in my cup, Pink Whitney Yeah, I still pull up in a Honda Civic, I don't need a Bentley Nah I don't know what else to say, but I ball like D'Angelo Russel OMO it stand for on my own, bitch you better respect my hustle Flexing on these niggas like I'm Terry Crews, check my muscle Speaking of my name, I'm pulling up on them And all they gon' see is the end of the muzzle Grah,grah,grah Fuck nigga, get back Yeah, all you hear is click, clack Yeah, gun got kickback Break em' off like a Kit Kat Shoot at the floor, he dancin' like Kai Cenat Thought you was Hindu, the red dot between your eyes, thats where the beam at Pour up some Casamigos Yeah, you know that's how we roll We're getting Green no CeeLo Straight 100's, that's a c note Balling out like it's a casino Life's a movie, Tarantino It Feels like Summer, shoutout to Childish Gambino Got diamond rocks, polo socks, and I'm rocking Crocs Keep talking hot, pull up to your block, and we lettin' off shots Yeah, I been cooking in this bitch, right now I'm stirring the pot How the fuck he don't got motion I'm wondering what the fuck he was taught I promise if I get a bad bitch, I ain't fumbling All these niggas talking, but all I can hear is mumbling You try to walk a mile in my shoes, and you'll be stumbling I think they need some humbling Didn't hear what you said Come again Yeah, come again Yeah, come again I'm by myself, don't need no friends International, I might go to France Yeah, my eyes love it, look like I came from Japan Yeah, two years in what it is? Still money to spend Told them niggas keep counting me in Did it once, I'ma do it again Pray to God, cause I'm living in sin Yeah, y'all keep following trends Devil want my soul, I think I'm falling in But I won't let him get me Yeah, if he come close, load up the semi Yeah, hundred round clip, we got plenty I heard the devil wear Prada, I'm rockin' Fendi