Turntables

I need a big ass house with a pool in it (pool in it)

Why the hell you bought that Glock? You ain't gon' shoot with it? (Glock)

Huh? You got that deal, got that money, what you doin' with it? (Doin' with it)

Phone neck, big ass .30 off boom **** (phone neck, go)

Time to turn the tables, fuck it, I'ma pour the table cloth

Man, it's on bangers, what are you waiting for? (Hell yeah, R.I.C.K.E.R)

Time to turn the tables, fuck it, I'ma pour the table cloth

La-la-do-do, do-do-do-do-do

Time to turn the tables, fuck it, I'ma pour the table cloth

Pep up your shirt with a blitz like tomato sauce

Ice in a packed culture, that's what you want, finna dreidel box

And we spin your block, finna spin it 'til the dreidel stop

Yeah, time to turn the tables, fuck it, I'ma pour the table cloth

Man, wristwatch lookin' so big, it's like a tablecloth

In the kitchen and I'm cookin' with some pans and pots

It's a fake script and they told me tear the label off

And I'm with my boys out the militia like I'm Baby Tron

I caught his ass in traffic, that's a dead stop

White boy music finna make you shake your dreadlocks

The Glock, it got some titties and it's finna rip your chest off

Yeah, he think he up next 'til he get exed off

Yeah, I just did a tour, overseas is the next stop

And I keep a shooter, I ain't gotta let it off

Glock from Nintendo like a switch with some Joy-Cons

Time to turn the tables, fuck it, I'ma pour the table cloth

Pep up your shirt with a blitz like tomato sauce

And a pack of Kosher, that's what you want, finna dreidel ball

And we spin your block, finna spin it 'til the dreidel stop

Yeah, time to turn the tables, fuck it, I'ma pour the table cloth

Man, wristwatch lookin' so big, it's like a tablecloth

In the kitchen and I'm cookin' with some pans and pots

It's a fake script and they told me tear the label off

I need a big-ass house with a pool in it

Why the hell you bought that Glock? You ain't gon' shoot with it

How you got that deal and got that money? What you doin' with it?

4-neck, big-ass .30, I boom ****

One man army, I don't need shit

Crack my record, everybody got a 4-neck

Quit the fuckin' rhyming, ****, you ain't gon' blow shit (Blow shit)

I ain't got shit for a bitch, she can blow dick (She can blow dick)

Time to turn the tables, fuck it, I'ma pour the table cloth

Pep up your shirt with a blitz like tomato sauce

And a pack of Kosher, that's what you want, finna dreidel ball

And we spin your block, finna spin it 'til the dreidel stop

Yeah, time to turn the tables, fuck it, I'ma pour the table cloth

Man, wristwatch lookin' so big, it's like a tablecloth

In the kitchen and I'm cookin' with some pans and pots

It's a fake script and they told me tear the label off

Just hit a bitch with zero bodies, pussy dead stock

Think my shooters Hindu, why they pull up with some red dots?

Watch the way my wrist work, MasterChef straight to pot

Pull up on your block, we gon' spin it like a dreidel drop

Every shot never miss the mark like I got headscan

Keep this shit one hundred out of zero, need the big bands

With my day ones, they gon' be here when shit hit the fan

We ain't talkin' money, they just stay up out my business, man

Wait, she suck dick, I'ma call this bitch, talk to her

Don't give out my number, I can call the bitch and talk to her

I don't feel like rappin', baby, pay me just to walk through it

I can't take no days off, my name isn't Ferris Bueller

Bitch, it's Lil Shiva and you better get it right this time

Came back from the dead and now I'm redefined

Twenty-four hours, no sleep, shit, I need a line

This hit, this beat with no sleep, I ain't even tryin'

I need a big-ass house with a pool in it

Why the hell you bought that Glock? You ain't gon' shoot with it

(Cut, ride record)