Turpentine

Ch'yeah, 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 a ballerina, boy met world after Topanga

Told me she love 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

Jermaine, Jerome, McNichols, my defence attorney on retainer

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

He was just workin' my line, now today, we perfect strangers (Blockworks)

First come, first serve, first in line (yeah), servin' birds of the shine

Cleaner than some turpentine, 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

We were on 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

This shit is all fucked up

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

Right

Mi amo be phonin' home, talkin' all mixy 'bout them raw brickies (damn)

Ever since I lost my dog Trixie, shit be crawfishy

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

What we 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 Vaseline them yams

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

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

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

A1 yola, Faygo cola, game time, MVP, the fam

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 got locked up, they need to free that man