Turkey Bags lyrics

[Intro]
Chophouze on the track
You know (Yeah)
800 sh*t
Alley God, n*gga

[Chorus]
Yeah, I'm sellin' turkey bags, fifteen hundred a piece, yeah
Money make a ho move fast, b*tch, better beat your feet
Yellow tape, mama them sad, soon as we hit your street
n*ggas throwin' up white flags, n*ggas don't want no beef
Yeah, I'm sellin' turkey bags, fifteen hundred a piece, yeah
Money make a ho move fast, b*tch, better beat your feet
Yellow tape, mama them sad, soon as we hit your street
n*ggas throwin' up white flags, n*ggas don't want no beef

[Verse 1]
Yeah, state cheese, project living
I was sellin' dope on Thanksgiving
We was robbin', takin' for a living
Body for a body, we gon' flip it
800 n*gga want murder
Zone 6 robbin', we ain't serving
Chopper swiss cheese, no burgers
BeBe came home for a murder
You was studyin', we was selling crack
Strippin' pockets, pull him in the back
Same n*ggas serve you a sack
Some will cross him out for a stack
From the hood, n*ggas ain't sh*t
Cutthroat, cross you for a b*tch
Shiesty, watch him, he ain't it
Heartless, tryna get rich

[Chorus]
Yeah, I'm sellin' turkey bags, fifteen hundred a piece, yeah
Money make a ho move fast, b*tch, better beat your feet
Yellow tape, mama them sad, soon as we hit your street
n*ggas throwin' up white flags, n*ggas don't want no beef
Yeah, I'm sellin' turkey bags, fifteen hundred a piece, yeah
Money make a ho move fast, b*tch, better beat your feet
Yellow tape, mama them sad, soon as we hit your street
n*ggas throwin' up white flags, n*ggas don't want no beef

[Verse 2]
Chopper rounds split his back open
f*ck 12, the trap back open
Jackin' season, yeah I'm back smoking
This stick'll make a movie, slow motion
Murder rate higher than a b*tch
They like f*ck the money, killin' 'bout a b*tch
That's three bricks all counterfeit
That's ten rappers all counterfeit
I'm selling turkey bags for cheap
She sellin' that little ass for cheap
This conversation gon' cost you a fee
That phone ain't ringin', then beat your feet
Hit my lil' killing partner, where we at?
Alley Boy, he ain't learned yet
Well b*tch, you ain't got a perm yet
By Instagram Live, they upset

[Chorus]
Yeah, I'm sellin' turkey bags, fifteen hundred a piece, yeah
Money make a ho move fast, b*tch, better beat your feet
Yellow tape, mama them sad, soon as we hit your street
n*ggas throwin' up white flags, n*ggas don't want no beef
Yeah, I'm sellin' turkey bags, fifteen hundred a piece, yeah
Money make a ho move fast, b*tch, better beat your feet
Yellow tape, mama them sad, soon as we hit your street
n*ggas throwin' up white flags, n*ggas don't want no beef