Turn Me On - MRK1

I ain’t lookin' back, nigga

I’mma douchebag to these pussy ass niggas

Hammer in my draws but I nail yo bitch

Blunts like fingers, I’m bout to make a fist

Everybody die, gon' bury me alive

Grab life by the horns, put the bullshit aside

Glock clip full like the moon in the sky

I’m at the gas station adding fuel to the fire

Life ain’t shit but bitches and money

Pass that weed, like I studied

Bury me in fire and watch me phoenix

Highway to Heaven, I’m taking the scenic

You tied to the track of my train of thoughts

And controlling my thoughts is like taming sharks

And these hoes wanna kick it with me, I’mma sensei

And I got fat pockets, you niggas in shape

Tools on deck, tattoos on necks

Life is a bitch, I’ll make her yo ex

Better turn to God, 'fore I turn to Godzilla

How the fuck you gon' talk shit to diarrhea

Muthafucka it’s on, I’m just rubbing 'em wrong

Put a bug in my ear, but not in my phone

I’ll have a broke muthafucka run in ya home

For a crumb and a bone and put one in ya dome

One in ya dome.

Empty stomach, full clip

I’m gon' get it Gon' get it

My trigger finger itchin'

My trigger finger itchin'

My trigger finger itchin'

My trigger finger itchin'

My trigger finger itchin'

I don’t like to dream about gettin' paid

You ain’t gon hurt nobody like Kid 'n Play

Ain’t nun sweet but the codeine nigga

Eyes hella red like chlorine in 'em

I was gettin' that pussy, I was gettin' that money

Long hair, don’t care, Hacksaw Jim Duggan

Too high to take a breath, too high to take a step

Two rights don’t make a wrong, three rights, make a left

The cops on my dick, the feds on my nerves

I walk it like I talk it, got legs on my words

If she don’t suck dick, I don’t give her that dick

Got the world in my hands, I’mma dribble that bitch

Money is the issue, full court pressure

I like my blunt, Nutty Professor

I’mma straight rider with a getaway driver

Hit you dead on the money now you dead on arrival

I don’t fuck with these niggas, too old for new friends

But never too rich for new money

These niggas buying hatorade by the twelve pack

Like two stomachs

I’m laced up like two shoes, miss goody

Keep that ratchet nigga

Trigger finger itchin', I’ll scratch you nigga

Blow yo fuckin' brains out in traffic nigga

Got green, New Orleans, St. Patrick nigga

One bitch on the whip, one on the phone

The one on the phone, is in front of ya home

She 'bout to run in ya home, and put one in ya dome

Rest in peace to the game cause I’m fresh to death

Rest in peace to the game, tell 'em kill theyself

Make your deathwish, cause I’m too fresh

Cuse I’m fresh to death, cause I’m fresh to death

You go broke tryna get fresh like this

Rest in peace to the game cause I killed it

I’m fresh to death, I’m fresh to death

What you talkin', I came out a coffin

I just can’t see myself, living in a house of mirrors

I bought me a double R, cuz I went from rags to riches

And these niggas nag like bitches

Actin' like little fags like Richard

And all of my bitches be bad as vision

You gotta problem I can fix it like a mathematician

I ammunition, call me ammo for short

Trukfit shirt, camo the shorts

Ya girl is a freak, ya man is a narc

Put your son in your arms or put one in your dome