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808TurnEmUp
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808TurnEmUp
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808turnemup
Like, how do I run this shit up so fast
Nigga, I work with the weight like its fitness
Like, why do these niggas wanna be like gang so much
When the trendsetter's up in the city
Bitch, I'm the deacon of this shit, breaking it down
For them dumbass niggas that ain't get it
I get the drop in the opp nigga hood, wanna see what he do
Cause I really been itching
I get to put some shit to sleep
Like the 5-5-6's, they have a prescription
I get to send them shots like two at a time
Doo-doo, I'm having my rhythm
I really work with some shit that'll put them to bed
Little niggas just go get a pillow
I get to send them bitches like two at a time
Doo-doo, put the heartbeat in them
Ay,
Ay,
Ay,
Ay,
Ay,
Ay,
Ay,
Ay
Looking for what person, niggas don't come out the house
I'm a Leek world stepper, get knocked out of bounds
And this work a little different, it come out of town
If I ever go broke, I'ma get it out a pound
When it comes to the business, these niggas ain't tryna get down and get dirty
I'm really gon' step
When it comes to the business
I cut out the middleman, re-up on everything, cook it myself
When it comes to the money, I'm not gon' do anything
Niggas be bitches, they sellin' they self
When it come to this almighty steppin'
Them opp niggas put the fuck up, and they all on the shelf
Fifty some shots on what's-his-name block
I'm done runnin' away, I'm losin' my breath
Don't know the fuck what's-his-name or my brother, that nigga
I was shootin' my opp to death
Keep the car on, nigga, when we hittin' these feets,
Nigga better get the fuck out the way when I step
I get to frr, frr, fa, fa
Pickin' them up, that nigga need help
I was callin' my brother up, havin' a play for the gang
We grabbin' the sticks for a jugg,
I'm havin' that shit, I'm servin', I'm mobile
I'm trappin' all day, I don't come out the hood
And I'm havin' some people to feed, it ain't all about me
I'm just makin' sure all of them good
It's the reason I work with that work, I ain't punch no clock
I'm gettin' shit out of the mud
Stay in the trap
Get the shit out the trenches
I'm keepin' the masks in case of witness
Heavily trappin', the traffic relentless
I'm on a track to stack up a million
Swing in my door and I'm swingin' the glizock
Came from the backdoor, forever a lock
Shake up the block, I just wait till it fizz out
You ain't come with no paper, you ain't gone get shit out of it
Stay in the trap
Get the shit out the trenches
I'm keepin' the masks in case of witness
Heavily trappin', the traffic relentless
I'm on a track to stack up a million
Swing in my door and I'm swingin' the glizock
Came from the backdoor, forever a lock
Shake up the block, I just wait till it fizz out
You ain't come with no paper, you ain't gone get shit out of it
Ay,
Ay,
Ay,
Ay,
Ay,
Ay,
Ay,
Ay
Looking for what person, niggas don't come out the house
I'm a Leek world stepper, get knocked out of bounds
And this work a little different, it come out of town
If I ever go broke, I'ma get it out a pound
Writer(s): 808 Turnemup
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