Turf lyrics

[Intro]
Yeah, yeah
Ayy, fff, fff, fff
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh ooh ooh
Ayy, let me hear that ho Jeff

[Verse 1]
I was down bad, wasn't gettin' no money
So I walked in the trap and drew down with that tommy
They think I'm a terrorist, they blame me for bombing
The jeweler brought me out, sh*t made me vomit
The gas pack loud, you can smell me comin'
Jumped off the porch, hit the ground, start runnin'
I'm havin' money, put di*k in your b*tch tummy
I got carrots like a big bunny
Taxin' n*ggas for a verse
You been through some sh*t but I been through worse
I seen my lil' buddy get put in a hearse
Trap backwoods, make your b*tch wanna twerk

[Chorus]
You cannot trap on our turf, ayy
My b*tch got the Glock in her purse, ayy
We got the gas from the earth
Stop trappin', you better off being a clerk
You cannot trap on our turf, ayy
My b*tch got the Glock in her purse, ayy
We got the gas from the earth
Stop trappin', you better off being a clerk

[Verse 2]
Don't come around if you a plug
'Cause we takin' you down for your drugs
These boys not eating like Ramadan
Air this b*tch out, watch them run like a marathon
No cap rap, b*tch I got a strap on me now
I come to the show, security pat me down
They say I gotta watch you 'cause you keep them rounds
They know how to flex out like I was on cam
Playin' with molly and bruce, watch what happen
Whole lot of choppers, it ain't sh*t to clap 'em
Young n*gga got next, heard that from the pastor
We'll T this b*tch up and then shot it up after

[Chorus]
You cannot trap on our turf, ayy
My b*tch got the Glock in her purse, ayy
We got the gas from the earth
Stop trappin', you better off being a clerk
You cannot trap on our turf, ayy
My b*tch got the Glock in her purse, ayy
We got the gas from the earth
Stop trappin', you better off being a clerk