WIDDIT Turnabout
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[Intro]
Bow, bow, bow, bow, bow
Bow
Gonerville
Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha
Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha
[Chorus]
Bitches wanna fuck but I really am not with it
Bitches wanna fuck but I know my ho ain't with it
My bitch booted up, I will never need a mistress
What's up with my Sprite? It's the same color as twists
Losers versus haters, I don't really see the difference
I been in the woodlands, I don't even need them Swishers
Rick Owens tractor boots, they spillin' out the stitches
I was still a minor, puttin' bodies in the ditches
[Verse]
Merry Christmas, I got gifts for the team
Twenty Oxy pills and a four of the lean
We cast on the streets, now this Tris say “For free”
I get Rx for the cheap, they fallin' over, get sleep
Tryna sell me three threes like it's gonna get me high
I get bread off the music then I split it with the guys
Mama seen me kill a lame, so I told her close her eyes
I seen yo' bitch in the green room and we still went back in white
Pockets so fuckin' fat that I'm on a fuckin' diet
Money always makin' enemies, I kill 'em with the scythe
Better come out with a ratchet or you'll fuck around and die
I stay profit yeah for breakfast, ROI’s up on the side
Me and you, we some two times two
We out ridin' with the tools in the 392
Yeah, it is what it was, who the fuck is you?
We out in Ephraim and we gon' drop you (Bow)
Bow, bow, bow, bow, bow
Bow
Gonerville
Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha
Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha
[Chorus]
Bitches wanna fuck but I really am not with it
Bitches wanna fuck but I know my ho ain't with it
My bitch booted up, I will never need a mistress
What's up with my Sprite? It's the same color as twists
Losers versus haters, I don't really see the difference
I been in the woodlands, I don't even need them Swishers
Rick Owens tractor boots, they spillin' out the stitches
I was still a minor, puttin' bodies in the ditches
[Verse]
Merry Christmas, I got gifts for the team
Twenty Oxy pills and a four of the lean
We cast on the streets, now this Tris say “For free”
I get Rx for the cheap, they fallin' over, get sleep
Tryna sell me three threes like it's gonna get me high
I get bread off the music then I split it with the guys
Mama seen me kill a lame, so I told her close her eyes
I seen yo' bitch in the green room and we still went back in white
Pockets so fuckin' fat that I'm on a fuckin' diet
Money always makin' enemies, I kill 'em with the scythe
Better come out with a ratchet or you'll fuck around and die
I stay profit yeah for breakfast, ROI’s up on the side
Me and you, we some two times two
We out ridin' with the tools in the 392
Yeah, it is what it was, who the fuck is you?
We out in Ephraim and we gon' drop you (Bow)
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