Baker Ya Maker
Turn Away
[Verse 1]
Bumpin Getty green
40 ounce fiend, im scoping with the sight
Eyes red as fire from the smoke that funk that kryptonite
Chicks so thick we out here splurgin
Steady up on these virgins chirppin
Lick my nuts, lick my nuts
Love a real woman but I can’t stand a slut
I’m gettin' buck in the midst of the smoke, broken halo over my head as my succubus invokes
Demons in the night, out to take yo life so heed these words I speak
Creepin with the knife dressed in black looking like a fiend
All I want is your green so drop it off you duck
Press the blade against his throat and showеd his bitch ass what was up
Got my hoes, step on any toes causе bitch I ain’t afraid, from beyond the grave so come and step if you think you brave
Turn away, run away, can’t escape from those who prey, blood all on my shirt it’s stained my knuckles white from gripping the blade
My legacy is filled with pain and sorrow wanna die tonight?
Come to me and you won’t see tomorrow you little bitch