Hardbody Shard - Turban (feat. TLE Cinco)

I just be workin my move
I just be workin my move
I'll put a nigga on the news
I'll put a nigga on the news
Aye
Workin my move gettin my shit off
Young niggas ready to hit off
Workin dis bitch til it get off
Comin too close we blowin yo shit off
Thirty-three like I'm Pippen
In a twenty-three like I'm Jordan
Blues on me like I'm crippin
Rollin
Fucked up
Forges
Aye
Spinnin yo block in a duelly
Hop out like I'm Doolie Petty
Swangin the stick like I'm Wayne Gretzsky
Aim it at you and ya bestie
These niggas really be flexin
I be workin my muscle flexin
Hard ain't talkin erection
Shoot like I'm Harden
I feel like a Texan
In the hood like a motor
Im in the kitchen whippin wit the soda
Whole truckload came in
I know you niggas smell the odor
Put this shit on lotion
These bitches love me
They callin me sosa
She wanna gimme dat cat Doja
I'm in a Tesla dont need a chauffer
These sticks
Dirty
Glock hold a whole thirty
Catch a opp
We doin em dirty
No mistake
We shoot it on purpose
Shakin yo shit like I'm nervous
No Limit I feel like I'm Percy
Spinnin yo block in Suburban
Play wit the gang
Get wrapped like a turban
Just came thru wit cutters cuttin
Chop shit down like scissors
Codeine don't do liquor
She a fan gon fuck for pictures
Fuck and get kicked out like kickers
Seven six two leave holes no blistsers
Havin two hoes one me
Like I'm Malcolm the middle
Different ball game he got racks but I'm richer
Whole fifty racks one week
Hundereds
Fifties
Neat
Sidewalk these niggas not street
Got saved by the swats in the bail like Im Screech
Get hit while I'm doin a show I got reach
I'm up wit these racks and
I'm blowin gas on the beach
Shut the fuck up
I'm not friendly don't speak
Shootin like a championship
Like I'm Meek
Iced out all my teefus toofus
I'm wit the gang we get ruthless
Iced out so icey like Gucci
Reach Imma set dis bitch off
Like I'm Boosie
Come to ya spot
And we takin ya phone no group
Shoot like a camera
Make a nigga take a group pic
Young fly nigga no Lucci
Just met dis hoe on first night
And she givin me coochie
These sticks
Dirty
Glock hold a whole thirty
Catch a opp
We doin em dirty
No mistake
We shoot it on purpose
Shakin yo shit like I'm nervous
No Limit I feel like I'm Percy
Spinnin yo block in Suburban
Play wit the gang
Get wrapped like a turban
Yeah

Written by:
RISHARD BRYANT

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