My Turn lyrics

[Intrro]
Oh, these folks thought I was gon let up (Woo)
Hahaha, that was crazy to think
Retta
(Woo) That way

[Verse]
It's my turn to come pop sh*t, y’all hoes gotta be quiet
I been sitting back letting it unfold
But the game need me, it's time
I ain't seen nobody harder yet
And see the top? Yup, the sh*t mine
And if they run up on me with that dumb sh*t-
It’s on my life a b*tch dying
I'm thug life till the casket drop
They want a b*tch to be prissy
Say I'm too c*cky for my own good
They want a b*tch to come diss me
Got it out the mud, no handouts
They wish a b*tch was out tricking
But I be too high for that nonsense
I just wish the weed was more sticky
I been-
Out here chasing pesos (Yeah)
I keep it on me, I'm in safe mode (Yeah)
Ain't no f*cking where that I can't go
Let a b*tch try me, I ain't hoe
Really Atlanta, who the f*ck checking? (Atlanta)
It's (?) life, who the f*ck stepping?
Look, free the real. Who the f*ck telling?
Naw forreal
Big Retta, remember that
And pretty please don’t forget it (Don’t you ever)
Them folk can't be looking for me, cause I really be in the city
I don’t know nothing about what them folks did
Cause I really mind my business (On God)
They say the ones out topping me, y'all really out here tripping
Look, a hoe is never ever checking me (Woo)
You don't gotta ask, I said that (I said that)
I stand on 10, I ain't scared of nothing
Leave a hater stuck with the sh*t face
We running sh*t but don’t run from nothing
They spreading rumors, I dead that
Atlanta baby, screaming Zone 3
A-Town stomp on a b*tch face
[Outro]
I don't know what the f*ck y'all thought
Big Retta, not the little one
You get what I'm saying, haha
Yeah