Turnips (Freestyle) Lyrics

I'ma piece of shit it ain't hard to tell

I got za za going 28 it ain't hard to sell

I'm on a mission ask them if they with it they was like yeah

When you're from the very bottom of it you ain't scared to fail

Already did I did it many times and I'm still here

I'm P.T.P. bitch I got many lines I don't give her nan

Fuck that shit we gone double down bitch I'm trying to win

Fuck that shit we gone bet it back roll the dice again

If you trying to make this shit get spicy already know where my stance is

Already know this shit get dicey bitch I like my chances

Already know that I'm from the back ain't trying to be romantic

Yes correct, these baguettes and them bitches dancing

He got good sex chasing a check and that nigga handsome

If you got a good head up on your shoulders I hold your neck for ransom

I can't let nothing like that shit go I'm way too fucking nasty

You gone let a nigga go all over your face don't trip I had to ask it

Give me an inch I make it a mile let's do that on camera

We can watch this flick smoking dope drinking orange Fanta

When that money call bitch I'm gone sort of like a phantom

And I don't feel bad about it at all bitch I got to have it

I walk in then I uh in then I turn up

Pocket full of yeahs the other ones got turnips

She want to fuck with us tell her it's her turn

Tell her it's her world tell her that's my word

I walk in then I uh in then I turn up

Pocket full of yeahs the other ones got turnips

She want to fuck with us tell her it's her turn

Tell her it's her world tell her that's my word

Turn up

Turn up

Turn up