Turf Lyrics

Aye

3AM I'm in that Fin-Fin, Hit the gas, Then cut the curb

33 shots come out this glocky i feel like I'm Larry Bird

These niggas talk to much but when i come around i just observe

If yo mouth closed you wont get fed, so nigga next time use your words

Niggas claiming that they trap but who the hell these niggas serve?

And i be smoking so much tree think I'm connected with the earth

But I'm not even from this planet, i didn't even have a birth

That nigga claiming that he stepping bet he wont stomp on this Turf

Aye, i bet he wont stomp on this yard

These niggas Ain bout action, we be on they boulevard

That goofy hanging out the window Ain hit nothing but the car

So then we caught up, popped em like a pill then put it in a bar

We be out here stolo surfing tryna come up off a box

My nigga Daniel just went car hopping and came up off a glock

These niggas keep on making post like we wont came and bang they top

But we cant even go and slide cause 12 be posted on they block

Aye, thought it was sweet we caught em posted at the bottom, Hmm

Pole got a beam so once i spot em then i got em

Hell nah ion even got no opps these boys cant even show a dollar

556 straight to the chest, it fold his arms like he T'challa, ughh

3AM I'm in that Fin-Fin, Hit the gas, Then cut the curb

33 shots come out this glocky i feel like I'm Larry Bird

These niggas talk to much but when i come around i just observe

If yo mouth closed you wont get fed, so nigga next time use your words

Niggas claiming that they trap but who the hell these niggas serve?

And i be smoking so much tree think I'm connected with the earth

But I'm not even from this planet, i didn't even have a birth

That nigga claiming that he stepping bet he wont stomp on this Turf