Chords for My Turn

_ _ Yeah, niggas know I have to talk my shit, uh-huh
[Eb] _ [Gb] _ _ [Eb] _
They playin' games if I snap, but [Ab] niggas remember
How I pull up and be knockin' like I'm Renner Center
[Eb] I need a cigarette, and I don't smoke cuz
I be ignoring these niggas because they broke cuz
Look, I be all in that pussy, backstroke
And they be all on my line till I act broke
The town losin', I just added up fatality
Cuz Kansas City niggas stinkin' they from Cali
These Cali niggas just be usin' this nigga
Just for gettin' they buzz and abusin' this nigga
Yeah, these city niggas never get it though, but they in Loudie
And now you niggas wanna get it blow?
Look, blow Laff-Faff, he should've been pinned
And cash stay low-key, he should've been dead
The [Gbm] crew got his skates on
And they gon' [Db] find him in his baby mama car with his [Eb] face gone
Thirty thousand, the case gone
Look, I be havin' niggas [Eb] all in, they feelin' like a drink song
My life real, I ain't havin' to rehearse
Niggas love the internet, these niggas scary in person
_ _ These niggas soft, the only time they been to jail was for a [Db] traffic ticket
I'm graphic with it, obituaries and [Eb] farts
I'm God with a sprinkle of Jason and Michael Mars' blood
I [Ab] threw away my Timbs, it had [Eb] blood on it
I'm in this bitch rockin' with my blood, homie
He slid on me cuz I slid in this bitch
But guess what?
I'm still fuckin' this bitch, nigga
Look, I was time in my own lane
Till my phone kept ringin', these niggas was playin' phone games
Niggas still makin' diss songs
And my pound 28 and you can hit me on my flip phone
Everybody is suckin' now
And them sucker bitches play both sides, so I don't fuck around
You speakin' on my niggas?
Let's get it straight
Cuz we can get this shit poppin' like it's 08
Stolen car with no place, choppin' the drum
Smack it on, you met the light, burn the car when it's done
Yeah, you niggas ain't harder than us
My lil' [Ab] niggas be on wet and get retarded as fuck
Yeah, that's on my momma and my grandma
If niggas don't apologize, I'ma pull [Eb] up on your grandpa
He shot a hundred times and I got hit in the ass
These bitches callin' my phone like,
Bird gigglin' pants
Nope, bitch, I know that nigga live with you
And know that faggot-ass shit, the heat is done
Got into some real issues
Full of pressure, there ain't no backin' up
And I be sippin' on Patron, so my liver probably black as fuck
I'm married, wearin' a pop [Ebm]-up like Mack
The only time you see these niggas is I'm slappin' the trash
He said, Bird's a bitch, and shit, that can't be right
I just be lookin' at these niggas like this can't be life
Yeah, I feel tension, is it bad vibes?
I got a shooter in the crowd that'll knock you for a [Bb] half-time
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