Turn

Lyrics

[Intro] Ghosty Munroe Ghosty Munroe Turn, turn, turn turn [Verse 1: Headie One] Man need to find the lord, I got a lot to lose Swing my shank with force I don't use no knuckles, though I'm in my Moose Burnt my tracky and Givenchy runners I was pissed I couldn't keep my shoes Opps can't hang outside when I start to get over there in my mood One Rambo ain't enough So I jumped in the whizz and I twinned with two I been a bad breed since school In citizenship I'm tryna conceal this kitchen (Turn, turn, turn) I don't know how to follow the rules (Turn, turn, turn, turn, turn, turn) I was still tryna convince my teacher I'm a good citizen You ain't ever gonna circle the opp block so much times 'Til this dinger won't move Then continue the glide on foot That's even more mileage in these shoes Blood all over my 97's Now they're looking like Loubs Had to off white way before Off-White I still split Jerry Springer in two [Verse 2: RV] Bad B keep callin' my phone Had to tell her 'calm down', I'm tryna stay faithful When the opps get caught, it's fatal We're the only ones with waps They ain't got arms, them niggas disabled It was tuna and noodles in jail Now it's smoked salmon with a toasted bagel For my freedom, I'm grateful I was locked up like Akon Came home and I bought me a brand new wap It's nuttin', there's more where that came from I've got mob ties like the Drake song My hood ain't one you can rain on I'll draw my ting, no crayon Leave that pussyhole bleedin' Like it's time of the month and a girl just came on My niggas can't sleep on a vio I don't know how the opps can function Had no clue that I brang my burner 'Til I tried clappin' on junction Straight M's or attempts any time that man buck them Thought he was dead when I chinged up my man But he's still alive, what a poor misjudgement [Verse 3: Unknown T] Look, my tings set different Big fat sword and a Smithen Gang spill juice on the opps We don't do no half heart dippings TT 'rex, OT, get the hotline blingin' Gang slap corn in their block So the opp boys know their position And, free up my jailhouse mates doing Thameside livin' I hate when they chat bare greeze 'cah they done no drillings Opp block, back my shank and fish him Shave man bait or bore him, bend your back if man dig in Wave that blade, do more than bend your back if man dig it Duck if man ring it Move back if you lack cah this ain't your average chingin' You don't know my face, since old school days been drillin' Grab that black gym back for the action More time the gauge been hidden My goon soon home cah his case got ridden Free up double tap K, who was loose with the latest Smithen Me and V9 had to pattern 'em up, what a great decision I still gotta pattern up Mulli Big man lowe it and play your position Slap that wap cah the 8 don't listen Them boy love to talk on the net But really they're great with distance I send shots to your boss on the roads and tracks Your empty threats are all fiction Let's not forget that shh held a dippin' Big man play your position I'm the youngest tug' on the mission Them boy tried boot and their wap went missin' Likkle man keep dissin' Grip my shank, with the blade I'm swingin' Swing what shank? I'ma blaze and ping him You're pissed on your block if you buck into us We ain't givin' a basic chingin' Turn, turn, the ding-dong spinnin' Mhmm, turn, turn, the ding-dong's spinnin' Mhmm, turn, turn, the ding-dong's spinnin' Mhmm, turn, turn, the ding-dong's spinnin' Turn, turn, the ding-dong's spinnin'