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Tu
Lucho Gatica
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[Chorus:]
Imma turn it for the dopeboys ridin' in the trap,
50 pounds and that fire in their lap.
Imma turn it for the bad hoes, aye, holla when you see me!
You know I got this raw when you need it.
Imma turn it for the pay roll, I need it in my pocket,
Boy, what you need then I can get it if I ain't got it.
Imma turn it for these suckers, man,
I know you wouldn't be shit without me,
I can keep you bitches dreamin bout me,
Imma turn it for the...

[Verse 1:]
Hustle Gang, nigga, that's mandatory,
Still be trappin out the bando,
King pull strings like a banjo,
Get a nigga killed for a band, yo!
Pay anythin' to be done in the streets, I done it,
Swear to God, from the West to the East side I run it,
You better watch how you talkin to me now, sonny.
I'm a Bankhead nigga, but the East ride for me,
You violate when you see me, get a demonstration in 3D,
My motivation hit different states,
And that ten piece is like hot wings, nigga.
Keep it real, you not me, nigga,
If it wasn't for jail, would have shot these niggas,
If they disrespectin' on top, we kill ‘em,
Imma watch that, duck like Dark Wing nigga.
Still in the trap when you see me
With my burner tucked in my monster truck,
The money you get like crumbs to us,
And, nigga, you ain't even thinkin rich, I'm enough
With a matchin chain, my formula,
Get cocaine and buy everything, like yeah!

[Chorus]

[Verse 2:]
Never will I be the one
Who ever go broke or don't carry a gun,
Play me for no joke, nigga, I'm not the one,
Fuck that shit that you done, we ridin ‘til dawn.
Run up to him and do him, make sure that he done,
New AK with a scope in case he may run,
I bet he not far, on top of my car
If I got my tripod, I won't have to try hard to kill him.
You hooker better pay me or you out through dealin,
Them niggas whippin with you and the broad you drillin,
When it come to bankroll, we the mob, nigga.
Okay, I got somethin' for you, nigga!
Imma catch me a case, I'm so ratchet,
Get the fuck out my face, bout four ratchets,
Got bad bitches in mad cities,
We hit the stage and throw forty at it.
I stay on gold, nigga, know me,
I green light a whole nigga slit low key,
My attitude does scare with some goatee,
I do a drive-by listenin to Doe B.
My knob bro, no remo,
I'm up there, stuck there, I rolled it for him,
From the coast of Mona to the coast of Ole,
Better know that.

[Chorus]

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