Tables Turned Lyrics

They wanna be up so bad

Young boy this Lane is taken

I don't do stunts, I don't do fronts

My up town lifestyle blatant

My old friends switched up on me

I was down they had me waiting

Turn turn, the tables turned,

The gangs to lit, where I'm from I'm famous famous

Uhh, Stop that, Tags on the sleeve I got that

Too much taste I'm Dripping like cognac,

Link with the plug, that pack I'll drop dat

She wanna fuck with a tug all day, all day

But I gotta get back to work,

I'm Swinging these packs all ways

My hands are dirty, strapped with a thirty

Bro I like it like that

Girls to thirsty, way to flirty

You know I'll call her right back

Swing that pack with force and energy

See this bread I'll rise that

Don't let get gang get hold of addy

Cause my one's really fights back

My hands are dirty, strapped with a thirty

Bro I like it like that

Girls to thirsty, way to flirty

You know I'll call her right back

Swing that pack with force and energy

See this bread I'll rise that

Don't let get gang get hold of addy

Cause my one's really fights back

She wanna CD bag say less

But let me get rid of this food

I ain't gotta bring shit either

Why? I built this table too

I'll out jugg anyones son

Paid my own, we put the f in funds

My BA bruck

I spent too much

Straight back to it, shout my plug

I got Elizabeth rolling

No None of my stacks be folding

The ops get to complacent

I see them pissed, They're strolling

Your work rate ain't better than mine

That's why I'm up right now, I'm lit

The gyaldem to prestige so,

The pum pum better be slick

My hands are dirty, strapped with a thirty

Bro I like it like that

Girls to thirsty, way to flirty

You know I'll call her right back

Swing that pack with force and energy

See this bread I'll rise that

Don't let get gang get hold of addy

Cause my one's really fights back

My hands are dirty, strapped with a thirty

Bro I like it like that

Girls to thirsty, way to flirty

You know I'll call her right back

Swing that pack with force and energy

See this bread I'll rise that

Don't let get gang get hold of addy

Cause my one's really fights back

I ain't ever been LAX

but we get the packs from cali

The loud to loud, I count my prof

The cats been fed, the fenes be happy

And after a long days work

It's only right that we rise them baddies

We've been to birms, we've been to Lei

Now I gotta taste one girl from manny

She can sit on my table

But bring all your gyaldem to

The gang lose all composure

Rise them bottles, make them moves

We're activating

But all of the gang must make it

We don't wanna be bait or famous

But we like when it don't stop raining

They wanna be up so bad

Young boy this Lane is taken

I don't do stunts, I don't do fronts

My up town lifestyle blatant

My old friends switched up on me

I was down they had me waiting

Turn turn, the tables turned,

The gangs to lit, where I'm from I'm famous famous

Uhh, Stop that, Tags on the sleeve I got that

Too much taste I'm Dripping like cognac,

Link with the plug, that pack I'll drop dat

She wanna fuck with a tug all day, all day

But I gotta get back to work,

I'm Swinging these packs all ways

My hands are dirty, strapped with a thirty

Bro I like it like that

Girls to thirsty, way to flirty

You know I'll call her right back

Swing that pack with force and energy

See this bread I'll rise that

Don't let get gang get hold of addy

Cause my one's really fights back

My hands are dirty, strapped with a thirty

Bro I like it like that

Girls to thirsty, way to flirty

You know I'll call her right back

Swing that pack with force and energy

See this bread I'll rise that

Don't let get gang get hold of addy

Cause my one's really fights back