Turn (feat. Unknown T)

Ghosty

Munroe

Ghosty

Munroe

Turn, turn, turn, turn

My need to find the Lord, I got a lot to lose

Swing my shank with force

I don't use no knuckles though, I'm in my moose

Burnt my tracky and Givenchy runners

I was pissed I couldn't keep my shoes

Opps can't hang outside when I start to get over there in my moon

One Rambo ain't enough

So I jumped in the whizz and I twinned with two

I been a bad breed since school

In citizenship, I'm tryna conceal this kitchen (Turn, turn, turn)

I don't know how to follow the rules (Turn, turn, turn, turn, turn, turn)

I was still tryna convince my teacher I'm a good citizen

You ain't ever gonna circle the opp

Block so much times, this dinger won't move

Then continue the glide on foot

That's even more mileage in these shoes

Blood all over my 97's, now they're looking like Loubs

Had to off white way before

Off-White, I still split Jerry Springer in two

Bad B keep callin' my phone

Had to tell her, "Calm down", I'm tryna stay faithful

When the opps get caught, it's fatal

We're the only ones with waps

They ain't got arms, them **** disabled

It was tuna and noodles in jail

Now it's smoked salmon with a toasted bagel

For my freedom, I'm grateful

I was locked up like Akon

Came home and I bought me a brand new wap

It was nuttin', there's more where that came from

I've got more tyres than a Triggz song

My hood ain't one you can rain on, I'll draw my ting, no crayon

Leave that pussyhole bleedin' like it's

Time of the month and a girl just came on

My **** can't sleep on a vio, I don't know how the opps can function

Had no clue that I brang my burner, till I tried clappin' on junction

Straight M's or attempts any time that man buck them

Thought he was dead when I chinged up my man

Man, what a poor misjudgement

Look, my tings set different, big fat sword and a Smithen

Gang spill juice on the opps, we don't do no half heart dippings

T-T 'rex, OT, get the hotline blingin'

Gang slap corn in their block, so the opp boys know their position

And, free up my jailhouse mates doing Thameside livin'

I hate when they chat bare greeze 'cause they done no drillings

Opp block, back my shank and fish him

Shave man bait or bore him, bend your back if man dig in

Wave that blade, do more than bend you back if man dig it

Duck if man ring it

Move back if you lack 'cause this ain't your average chingin'

You don't know my face, since old school days been drillin'

Grab that black gym back for the

Action, more time the gauge been hidden

My goon soon home 'cause his case got ridden

Free up double tap K, who was loose with the latest Smithen

Me and V9 had to pattern 'em up, what a great decision

I still gotta pattern up Mulli, big man lowe it and play your position

Slap that wap cah the 8 don't listen

Them boy love to talk on the net

But really they're great with distance

I send shots to your boss on the roads and

Tracks, your empty threats are all ficition

Let's not forget that shh held a dipping, big man play your position

I'm the youngest tug' on the mission

Them boy tried boot and their wap went missin'

Likkle man keep dissing, grip my shank, with the blade I'm swingin'

Swing what shank? I'ma blaze and ping him

You're piss on your block

If you buck into us, we ain't giving out basic chingin'

Turn, turn, the ding-dong spinnin', mhm

Turn, turn, the ding-dong spinnin', mhm

Turn, turn, the ding-dong spinnin', mhm

Turn, turn, the ding-dong spinnin'

Turn, turn, the ding-dong spinnin'