soufside dre - lets hit turks lyrics
[intro]
yeah, krashhh (you ever made a beat with p?)
finna fly out your hoe to turks
we young and we goin’ berserk, uhh
[chorus]
yeah, time to fly that b+tch out to turks
we young and we goin’ berserk
had to cut off my ex, she hurt
wanna shine better, put in that work
out of line when i’m sippin’ that syrup
had to block off her page, she lurk
and my new b+tch just pulled up in mini skirt
sh+t, we all in a mini, we super turnt
and i pulled in a coupe with some f+ckin’ troopers
finna blow up like n+gga a bazooka
boy, these n+ggas be b+tches, they smokin’ hookah
boy, thesе n+ggas be hoes
keep a steel like my first namе f+ckin’ rambo
shoot the stick up out the back like that sh+t was commando, yeah, on go
i’m on go, i’m on go and i pour me a four
i’m on go, i’m on go, i’m on go and i pour me a four
i’m on go, i’m on go, i’m on go and i pour me a four
i’m on go, i’m on go, yeah, but these n+ggas they already know, yeah on god
hollon, i might just do me some fraud, but i’m no fraud
shoot at a opp with my stick like i’m playing some motherf+ckin’ cod, some motherf+ckin’ cod
if i get down bad, i’ma rob
yeah, you know i’ma rob, i don’t need me no job
if the bro want a hoe, i’ma pass ’em the lob, pass ’em the lob
[chorus]
yeah, time to fly that b+tch out to turks
we young and we goin’ berserk
had to cut off my ex, she hurt
wanna shine better, put in that work
out of line when i’m sippin’ that syrup
had to block off her page, she lurk
and my new b+tch just pulled up in mini skirt
sh+t, we all in a mini, we super turnt
and i pulled in a coupe with some f+ckin’ troopers
finna blow up like n+gga a bazooka
boy, these n+ggas be b+tches, they smokin’ hookah
boy, these n+ggas be hoes
keep a steel like my first name f+ckin’ rambo
shoot the stick up out the back like that sh+t was commando, yeah, on go
i’m on go, i’m on go and i pour me a four
i’m on go, i’m on go, i’m on go and i pour me a four
i’m on go, i’m on go, i’m on go and i pour me a four
i’m on go, i’m on go, yeah, but these n+ggas they already know, yeah on god
hollon, i might just do me some fraud, but i’m no fraud
shoot at a opp with my stick like i’m playing some motherf+ckin’ cod, some motherf+ckin’ cod
if i get down bad, i’ma rob
yeah, you know i’ma rob, i don’t need me no job
if the bro want a hoe, i’ma pass ’em the lob, pass ’em the lob
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