Turn (feat. Unknown T)

Ghosty Munroe Ghosty Munroe Turn, turn, turn turn My need to find the lord, I got a lot to lose Swing my shank with force I don't use no knuckles though, I'm in my moose Burnt my tracky and Givenchy runners I was pissed I couldn't keep my shoes Opps can't hang outside when I start to get over there in my moon One Rambo ain't enough So I jumped in the whizz and I twinned with two I been a bad breed since school In citizenship I'm tryna conceal this kitchen (Turn, turn, turn) I don't know how to follow the rules (Turn, turn, turn, turn, turn, turn) I was still tryna convince my teacher I'm a good citizen You ain't ever gonna circle the opp Block so much times, this dinger won't move Then continue the glide on foot That's even more mileage in these shoes Blood all over my 97's, now they're looking like Loubs Had to off white way before Off-White, I still split Jerry Springer in two Bad B keep calling my phone Had to tell her "calm down", I'm tryna stay faithful When the opps get caught, it's fatal We're the only ones with waps They ain't got arms, them niggas disabled It was tuna and noodles in jail Now it's smoked salmon with a toasted bagel For my freedom, I'm grateful I was locked up like Akon Came home and I bought me a brand new wap It was nuttin', there's more where that came from I've got more tyres than a Triggz song My hood ain't one you can rain on, I'll draw my ting, no crayon Leave that pussyhole bleeding like it's Time of the month and a girl just came on My niggas can't sleep on a vio, I don't know how the opps can function Had no clue that I brang my burner, 'till I tried clapping on junction Straight M's or attempts any time that man buck them Thought he was dead when I chinged up my man, what a poor misjudgement Look, my tings set different, big fat sword and a Smithen Gang spill juice on the opps, we don't do no half heart dippings T-T 'rex, OT, get the hotline blinging Gang slap corn in their block, so the opp boys know their position And, free up my jailhouse mates doing Thameside living I hate when they chat bare greeze cah they done no drillings Opp block, back my shank and fish him Shave man bait or bore him, bend your back if man dig in Wave that blade, do more than bend you back if man dig it Duck if man ring it Move back if you lack cah this ain't your average chinging You don't know my face, since old school days been drilling Grab that black gym back for the Action, more time the gauge been hidden My goon soon home cah his case got ridden Free up double tap K, who was loose with the latest Smithen Me and V9 had to pattern 'em up, what a great decision I still gotta pattern up Mulli, big man lowe it and play your position Slap that wap cah the 8 don't listen Them boy love to talk on the net But really they're great with distance I send shots to your boss on the roads and Tracks, your empty threats are all ficition Let's not forget that shh held a dipping, big man play your position I'm the youngest tug' on the mission Them boy tried boot and their wap went missing Likkle man keep dissing, grip my shank, with the blade I'm swinging Swing what shank? I'mma blaze and ping him You're piss on your block If you buck into us, we ain't giving out basic chinging Turn, turn, the ding-dong spinning Mhmm, turn, turn, the ding-dong spinning Mhmm, turn, turn, the ding-dong spinning Mhmm, turn, turn, the ding-dong spinning Turn, turn, the ding-dong spinning