Turnest n*gga in the City lyrics

[Intro]
D-D-D-D-DJ Swift on the track
Youngest in the, hey, I see you n*ggas (Mook, what up?)
Mook got the keys jumpin'

[Verse 1]
Doggy brick for sixty-five, yeah, I'm on that
Free Skeet, if they don't take a three, then I don't want that
One foot in and one foot out like f*ck it, bring them phones back
'Cuz takin' hits still, 12 could get 'em killed still
Buzz been goin' up in the hood, Doggy a thug
Jedd finally cut off his hair, caught him a Blood
Still takin' hits of the nast', thought I was done
Nah, b*tch, get you a bag, let's have some fun
Jazz back f*ckin' with Chazz, I shouldn't cry
Maybach, two hunnid in cash, I shouldn't drive
Local n*ggas tryna compete, show me a M
Ran up two-fifty this week, n*gga, in Timbs
Gotti got 'em all lined up, I want a dime
Doggy talkin' crazy on the 'Gram, I wanna try 'em
Like he ain't worth half what he be sayin', n*ggas be lyin'
b*tch, I get it, I'm still f*ckin' ovеr all your n*ggas

[Chorus]
Turntest youngin' in the city, you know all us pipe
Evеrybody tote a .30, b*tch, and all us fight
Gettin' paid from them birdies, n*ggas, all us Mike, Vick, ho
Let's hit the road, I need a white b*tch (What else?)
Prolly move back to the A, n*ggas don't like me
Never seen Doggy go bold, check his indictments
Told all you n*ggas here 'cause I'm on, why you ain't write me?
I just got them call from Durk, n*ggas kitin' off the rock
[Verse 2]
See a opp, you know it's on, say he right, I know he wrong
Ain't no iffin', b*tch, I'm goin', two shot dealie, b*tch, I'm blowin'
Any color, double orange, rose gold, forty pointers
n*ggas' hoes, they be pointin' (I see you)
Show that work work, n*gga, I know like four of y'all ain't right
Double seven out of five, n*gga, four of y'all ain't fight
Give me those, straight to Mike's, that was never me
And tell that b*tch, "Get off my di*k, I got better freaks"
Bro, if I want a ho for real, she'll never leave
I'm still on the East, packin', swervin' in that Bent'
I still got the same air mattress that got her hit
Lemme stop, I got a b*tch, but n*gga, she rich too

[Chorus]
Turntest youngin' in the city, you know all us pipe
Everybody tote a .30, b*tch, and all us fight
Gettin' paid from them birdies, n*ggas, all us Mike, Vick, ho
Let's hit the road, I need a white b*tch
Prolly move back to the A, n*ggas don't like me
Never seen Doggy go bold, check his indictments
Told all you n*ggas here 'cause I'm on, why you ain't write me?
I just got them call from Durk, n*ggas kitin' off the rock

[Outro]
n*ggas kitin' off the rock, b*tch