Turpentine

Ch-ch

Chyeah, uh

Where we at?

Bo Jack

Let's get it

Uh

This that bricktionary slingo (yeah)

I mix and mingle with my gringo (ayy)

Was just me and my dog, his name was Bingo (let's get it)

B-I-N-G-O, three five extendo roll (grr)

Fancy footwork, was tappin' on it with my tippy-toes

Really she's a ballerina, boy met world after Topanga

Told me she loves dirty dancing

We did the Macarena

Whipped her back in shape so quick

You would've thought she had a trainer (skrrt, skrrt)

All I needed was a Pyrex pot, a beaker, and a strainer

Look both ways before you think of crossin' me, it's dangerous

Manger on McNichols

My defense attorney on retainer (mafia)

Why are they searchin' far and wide, lookin' for the perpetrator?

He was just workin' my line

Now today, we perfect strangers (blockworks)

First come, first served, first in line (yeah)

Servin' birds of the shine

Cleaner than some turpentine (brra)

Off of North and 39

Way before the kid was signed (uh-huh)

I had the best hand

Had the royal flush, four of a kind, what else?

Hard times out here, that's where we at

Hard times got a nigga in all black

Who run the streets first

I'm goin' Jack for that silver pack, where it's at

Wolfgang Grill with Jibril in that 850

Brick of bull dagger

Juggin' seals out in Bay City

Fuck chimin' in, Bo Jackson got that straight drizzy

Clucks dialin' in, phone tapped, line stay busy

Four phones ringin' in the council, I'm a real gritter

Prices cut in half on them blues like a pill splitter

Servin' Dorothy, Toto got her heels clickin'

Name ringin' bells

Ain't no such thing as self-proclaimed real niggas

Fallen on hard times

All fucked up

Take us off the street, ain't that right, papi

Right

Yeah, I will be phonin' home

Talkin' all mixy 'bout them raw brickies (damn)

Ever since I lost my dog Trixie, shit be crawfishy (cuz)

With that pixie dust, Serve you with even hands

Seven grams'll get you in the game, just bring me a band

Duckin' Captain Hook and the Pirates of the Caribbean (uh)

Feds tryna send me to Neverland on the Peter Pan (my dad)

What we have been seein' on this private jet

I'ma need a xan (a barbie doll)

Sleep before we take off, just wakin' up after we land

All money, no valve of lean, I buy Celine them yams

This VLONE tee, the only time you gon' see me with friends

Helicopter sound like propeller when I swing this chopper (brr)

Clean a nigga clock, don't know if he an opp, or he's a fan (brr)

A1 yola, Faygo cola, game time, MVP, the fam (brra)

Sellin' coke, but at the same time

Was buildin' me a brand

Times done got so hard, need a new line on them kilograms (locked)

Been fucked up since El Chapo been locked up

They need to free that man