My Turn

Lyrics

[Hook: Jahlani] Fresh, clean Drippin' in sauce, it's peak Step clean, all of my bitches on fleek All of my drillers will squeeze All I think about is my P's Yeah, yeah, oh please I ain't into none of that verbal stuff [Verse 1: Loose1] Real rap, no cap Straight trap, no scam Too trappy and that's bruck down packs Gucci and Louis, I'm blowin' her back I'm in love with the fa-shion Young nigga came up off of tra-ppin' And I ain't tuckin' my chain Fake niggas slipped up, got dipped in his face My niggas on free flow with shanks in their waist, ay Paigons do chattin's for days Don't bang any door, get pain And if rap don't work, the packs still gettin' served I'll be trappin' again and again, word Packs comin' 10 out of 10, work Pack kids done sell for the ends, curbs Rat packs and slang dat Racksack, where the bands at Trap stacks, straight cash [Hook: Jahlani] Fresh, clean Drippin' in sauce, it's peak Step clean, all of my bitches on fleek All of my drillers will squeeze All I think about is my P's Yeah, yeah, oh please I ain't into none of that verbal stuff [Verse 2: Loose1] Loose on my neck I step and I flex Them [?] on drill, before I ever got a cheque Trappin' and rappin', I must make it happen Niggas ain't bangin', they gassin' the rappin' It's a fact, I done did both How many man have I had on ropes? Real life, no acting Down for the action You can [?] the paigons, I'm active Steppin' in blood My jeans got the rips Like the tap I drip Packs get bagged then flipped They rat and snitch Gave my nigga more years than he lived, pissed We ain't nothin' like dem Got drugs and skengs Fu-fuck fake friends, are my enemies Small mutts, they run, they ain't pedigrees Bare bulls in the dots, no penalties [Hook: Jahlani] Fresh, clean Drippin' in sauce, it's peak Step clean, all of my bitches on fleek All of my drillers will squeeze All I think about is my P's Yeah, yeah, oh please I ain't into none of that verbal stuff