Turnin Corners G Perico

[Intro]
What up [?]
Uh huh, yeah, look

[Verse 1]
Still pack MACs in Cadillacs
Gun play nigga fuck all that battle rap
We hang where it's crackin' at
South Central that's the city
If you ain't from my hood then you probably be a [?]
Straight from the dope spot then to the swap meet
Gotta get some Puma's to match my So Way Out tee
Nigga this the G fit, G shit, G slim
Hittin' corners in my black BM
I'm in my rearview watchin' you motherfuckers
The haters, the cops, yo' baby mama, all you motherfuckers
Drivin' fast, lane to lane, twin turbo V8
Put my window like, "Wait"
I love my niggas for real
A few of them switched, a few of the died
A few got life in the pen, a few of them snitched
But the rest right here
I'm addicted to this shit, no sweat no tears

[Chorus]
Turnin' corners through the ghetto
Bust a left, right, we flyin' straight through the red light
When you see my in the city
I'm lookin' good my nigga 'cause I been gettin' it
Turnin' corners through the ghetto
Bust a left, right, we flyin' straight through the red light
When you see my in the city
I'm lookin' good my nigga 'cause I been gettin' it
I ain't worried 'bout nothin'
A gang of my niggas gettin' out
Boy it's gon' be a hot Summer