Testo Turkey Bag

You start as lil' bro
Then you big bro
You start as lil' homie
Then you big homie
Niggas know me
The bitches know me
Salute to the Goonies
Do a stick up for me When I die blow some weed
Pour some liquor for me
Know I keep working the whip
You couldn't get up on it
I've been skrting' off since nextels was chirping off
Looking at the stash house
Could tell you what the dirt is for
I could get deeper with it
Tell you what niggas murder for
All this fly shit that we living for
Superstitious hand is itching
I'm bout to get it though
Can't trust niggas
The UZI is by the kitchen door
Be careful what you be wishing for Well to the well is empty
What is money for
Can't get nothing from nothing
I prove different though
But never say you gettin' the money
Cause they be snitchin' y'all

Hand fulls out the turkey bag
Move the pounds, blow the funds, you lookin' at the chosen ones
Hand fulls out the turkey bag
Never rat, love the silence, you lookin' at the golden ones
Hand fulls out the turkey bag, I'm loaded
I'ma throw em 20 pounds, let em work with that
Hand fulls out the turkey bag
Long live the king, be a king, word to the jack

This shit is dreamy
Got me weeding bout nefertiti
Bora Bora for a week
When I leave Tahiti
Trappin' ain't' easy but the game still need me
Only reason I'm around still
I never got greedy
The trippy thing about life
Is you could live forever
Keep your name good
In the streets
I'm tryna' do better
Paper drips was sauce