Turban Yeat

[Intro]
(Y'all are now tuning into my nigga Artist, fuck nigga)
(Artist, Artist)
Let's go

[Pre-Chorus]
Perfect, rockin' a turban (Oh yeah, oh yeah)
Sippin' on mud but this bitch like bourbon (Dirty, dirty)
I took the coupe out the lot, bitch, I'm thinkin' 'bout swervin', yeah
I'm 'bout to sign for a lot 'cause this shit ain't urgent (Okay)
I got a whole lot of money comin' in (All day)
They told me it's a couple thots waiting outside, told 'em, "Bring 'em in" (Okay)
She said that she wanna come pull up and suck on my cock, told her, "Drink my kids"
I knew all this shit from the start, so I already told you what it all is
Oh my, oh my gosh, oh my goodness, ah

[Chorus]
I already did what I can (I'm on, I'm on)
It's her move, it's her move (I'm on, I'm on)
It's her move, it's her move (I'm on, I'm on)
It's her move, it's her move (I'm on, I'm on)
I'm 'bout to do it again (I'm on, I'm on, I'm on, I'm on)
It's her move, it's her move (I'm on, I'm on)
It's her move, it's her move (I'm on, I'm on)

[Verse 1]
Got off the phone with my twizzy, we ran it up, yeah, we was just doubled up
I call my bitch and she pull up and lick it up, yeah, she's a slut, slut, slut
I had to build this shit up from the bottom, I told her that shit not enough
Every time they wanna lie about it, I'ma ask 'em 'bout it 'cause they bluff