Turkey Bag (feat. B-Real)

This feels great

Yeah

You start as lil' bro, then you're big bro

You start as lil' homie, then you big homie

You **** 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 workin' the whip

You couldn't get up on me

I've been skirting off since Nextels was chirpin' off

Lookin' at the stash house, could tell you what the dirt is for

I could get deeper with it

Tell you what **** murder for

All this fly shit that we living for

Superstitious, hand is itching

I'm 'bout to get it, dog

Can't trust ****

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 nothin' from nothin'

I prove different though

But never say you gettin' no money

'Cause they be snitchin' ya'll

Handfuls out the turkey bag

Move the pounds, blow the funds

You lookin' at the chosen ones

Handfuls out the turkey bag

Never rat, love the silence

Lookin' at the golden ones

Handfuls out the turkey bag

I'm loaded

I'ma throw 'em twenty pounds, let 'em work with that

Handfuls 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

Hempin' 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 can live forever

Keep your name good in the streets

I'm tryna do better

Papers drip with sauce

Yeah, it burn nice and slow

Another million from the road

I'm tryna buy another home

I'm Mister Jack

Big forty on my lap

While I'm ridin'

While the good keep dyin'

Half a pound to the neck

I'ma grind, till I see the sunrise

We don't rest, man

We don't even flex, nah

We just feel blessed

To wake up in the morning and take another breath

(Think about it)

Handfuls out the turkey bag

I'm loaded

I'ma throw 'em twenty pounds, let 'em work with that

Handfuls out the turkey bag

Move the pounds, blow the funds

You lookin' at the chosen ones

Handfuls out the turkey bag

Never rat, love the silence

You're lookin' at the golden ones

Handfuls out the turkey bag

I'm loaded

I'ma throw 'em twenty pounds, let 'em work with that

Handfuls out the turkey bag

Long live the king, be a king, word to the jack

Got my bottom bitch spliffin' paper

On all the neighbors, got the flavor like an hour later

Fuck, I hater her

Mind drifting like a smoke cloud

When my loud lingers

Shatter drippin' from the joint

Up in my fingers

Dead ringers

Rig slingers

No blue dreamers

Our pants are gettin' fatter while your pocket's gettin' leaner

Every pack of lit do bring a

Limoncello, so much sweeter

Watch these bitches change up their demeanor

The grass is greener

A thousand lights, ladies bouncin' by the style in sight

If you lookin' for the doctor

Got to know, you found 'em right

It's all gas, better haul ass like you got a hall pass

To the spot, payment, all cash

So let me light this one and make it smell lovely

No matter what you do, you could never be above me

I keep pushin' till the Sun sets

Until the break of dawn

Concentrate, I'm dabbin' to the song, mind gone

Handfuls out the turkey bag

Move the pounds, blow the funds

You lookin' at the chosen ones

Handfuls out the turkey bag

Never rat, love the silence

Lookin' at the golden ones

Handfuls out the turkey bag

I'm loaded

I'ma throw 'em twenty pounds, let 'em work with that

Handfuls out the turkey bag

Long live the king, be a king, word to the jack