Turn It

歌詞

[Intro T.I. Talking:] Hey, what you turn it for, nigga? I turn it for anything Knob broke, no remote, man, volume loud as it get, nigga [Hook:] I'ma turn it for the dope boys, ridin in the trap 50 pounds and that thiya in they lap I'ma turn it for the bad hoes, aye holler when you see me You know I got this rod when you need it I'ma turn it for the bank roll, I need it in my pocket But what you need bet I can get it if I aint got it I'ma turn it for the suckas mane, I know you wouldn't be shit without me Just so I can keep you bitches dreamin bout me, I'm turn it for the [Verse 1:] Hustle Gang nigga that's manda (tory) Still be trappin out the bando (trappin) King pull strings like a banjo (pull it) Get a nigga killed for a band yo (turn it) Anything to be done in the streets I done it Swear to God from the West to the East, I run it You better watch how you talking to me now, sonny I'm a Bankhead nigga, but the East ride for me You violate when you see me Get a demonstration in 3D My motivation hit different states And have 10 pieces like hot wings, nigga Keep it real you not me nigga If it wasn't for jail, I would've shot these niggas If they disrespectin off top we killum I'ma watch that duck like darkwing, nigga Still in the trap when you see me With my burner tucked And my monster truck The money you getting is like crumbs to us Nigga you ain't even decorate your arm enough With the matchin chain my formula And get cocaine to buy everything like, yup [Hook 2: Repeat1] [Verse 2:] Never will I be the one who ever go broke or don't carry a gun Play me for no joke nigga I'm not the one For that shit that you done, we ridin til dawn Run up to him and do him make sure that he done New AK with a scope, in case he may run I bet it's not far, on top of my car If I got my tripod, I won't have to try hard to kill him You owe me better pay me or you all through dealin Them niggas who be with you and the broads you drillin When it come to bank rolls we the mob, lil nigga Ok, I got something for you, nigga I'mma catch me a case, I' so ratchet Get the fuck out of my face, 'bout four ratchets Got bad bitches in mad cities We hit the stage and throw 40 at I stay on gold, nigga, know me I green light a whole nigga slit lowkey My attitude does scare with some goatee I do a drive-by listening to Doe B My knob bro', no remo' I'm up there, stuck there, I rolled it for him From the coast of Mona to the coast of Ole Better know that