Turk
Young, Gifted, and Black
IPhone white and my bytch too
nikkas can't fukk with the rebel, it's my mental
Way more advanced than your sucker nikkas low key
Yeah I touched more currency's, Been over seas Before I'm legally
Old enough to get a fukking drink
Oh shyt, what the fukk you think?
Boy I'm so wavy I might drown in the underwater tank
Flexing with the grim reaper chain
Yeah I pimpin baby boy I call these hoes by the slave name
You hang 'em with the noose, I use the gold chain
Everybody know I keep it G, real rebel life, the navy seals
And you know this shyt kills
I ride for my nikkas, I’m like god to these nikkas
Walk on water with these simons
I'm Jesus to these bytches
Yeah, Y'all nikkas only care about the hype
I only pipe a bytch if her skin tone light
Get it for the low, then i flip it for the high
Snakes on your team only fukking roll the dice, they eyes
This song knocks but

Who is giving attention to these lamps?


