Don’t Turn Around lyrics

[Chorus: Tony Down]
Drop it off, drop it off, drop it off, ho
Don't turn a-don't turn a—
Don't turn a-don't turn a—
Drop it off, drop it off, drop it off, ho
Don't turn around, just give me the f*ckin' cheese, trick
Drop it off, drop it off, drop it off, ho
Don't turn around, just give me the f*ckin' cheese, trick
Drop it off, drop it off, drop it off, ho
Don't turn around, just give me the f*ckin' cheese, trick
Drop it off, drop it off, drop it off, ho
Don't turn around, just give me the f*ckin' cheese, trick
Drop it off, drop it off, drop it off, ho
Don't turn a-don't turn a—
Don't turn a-don't turn a—
Drop it off, drop it off, drop it off, ho

[Verse 1: Criminal Manne & Thugsta]
Blow a junt, ridin' mean, sippin', then scopin' out the scene
Glock c*cked, ready to make a stain for the needy green
Project Playaz pimpin' and stickin' they packin' that gat
When we jack another sissy b*tch for the cheese on the dope-track
So we cruisin' down the block, deep with them TEC's and Glocks
Mr. Black, my n*gga Lynch and Thugsta, thinkin' of a plot masterplan
Who gon' be the victim of my TEC-9
(What you hoes gonna do?) Time to to another crime
Thugsta scope the buster through the cut tryna make some ends
Left him and dunkin' and splurgin' all his money to his f*ckin' friend
Then we caught 'em from the back, I loaded up the twelve gauge
Lynch looked at me and started to smilin', it's time to get paid
Jumped out the cut, guess what?
(Peekaboo, b*tch)
We strapped with them thangs, mane, don't make a move, trick
So we jacked 'em, smacked 'em, proper beat him to the f*ckin' ground
Drop it off your ass, b*tch, what's up, ho?
Don't turn around
[Chorus: Tony Down]
Don't turn around, just give me the f*ckin' cheese, trick
Drop it off, drop it off, drop it off, ho
Don't turn around, just give me the f*ckin' cheese, trick
Drop it off, drop it off, drop it off, ho
Don't turn around, just give me the f*ckin' cheese, trick
Drop it off, drop it off, drop it off, ho
Don't turn a-don't turn a—
Don't turn a-don't turn a—
Drop it off, drop it off, drop it off, ho

[Verse 2: Thugsta]
Well, I was kickin' it back and ready for smokin' a fat sack of indo
Scopin' out these bail well n*ggas and these heavy hoes
Campaignin', talkin' on they mobile phones
Fresh with the Guess, wearin' big robes and big bones, hm
I'm thinkin' to myself who I'm gonna stang
I'm sittin' at the back of the club, with my yalk in my hand
I'm scopin' out these n*ggas at the bar
Braggin' on they self to this b*tch and where he got so far
I'm just here listenin', mane, I'm finna hit 'em
While she steadily splurgin' he don't know I'm finna get 'em and, uh
The club is about to close and now comes the smoke
I'm actin' like im sick, and so I start to choke
Trailin' this trick to the parkin' lot, Lynch and Criminal's waitin'
Let us ride with the TEC's and Glocks
We walkin' kinda slow, we made it to his ride
I'm tappin' on this b*tch and said
"Uh, yeah, you gotta turn"
She's lookin' at her watch, she's about to speak
I pulled out my .38 said, "Lay your ass on the concrete
Empty your pockets, give me your jewelry, b*tch
And make it fast and ho don't try to run, 'cause I don't wanna bust a cap in your ass"
Huh, this b*tch must've thought I was playin' beause she acted fool
Hoes just think they got it good, sh*t, I'm robbin' b*tches too
Don't turn around, trick, put your cash up in my bag
I ain't givin' you sh*t *gunshots* watch your brave ass
If I coulda, woulda, shoulda, b*tch, don't make a sound
I told 'em hit one of them hoes, to drop it off and don't turn around
[Chorus: Tony Down]
Don't turn around, just give me the f*ckin' cheese, trick
Drop it off, drop it off, drop it off, ho
Don't turn around, just give me the f*ckin' cheese, trick
Drop it off, drop it off, drop it off, ho
Don't turn around, just give me the f*ckin' cheese, trick
Drop it off, drop it off, drop it off, ho
Don't turn around, just give me the f*ckin' cheese, trick
Drop it off, drop it off, drop it off, ho

[Verse 3: Criminal Manne, Thugsta & Criminal Manne]
Scopin', ridin', chiefin, flowin, thinkin' of a masterplan
Peepin' out the scene, ready to scheme me another man
Standin' on the track, kickin' back with the forty-four
b*tches goin', hoin', blowin', mane, I'm broke, f*ck a ho
Blunts in the air, I don't care 'cause I need some cheese
See some lemons ridin' deep, clean in them dead thangs
Puttin' my clip in my Glock, tearin' them busters down the block
Ridin' kinda fast, doin' a dash with my nine c*cked

[Verse 4: Thugsta]
Im in the passengers seat, I'm smokin' a blunt, my fingers on the trigger, tight
Busters can't stand this Project Playaz pimp type n*gga from the North, mane
Where the players be slangin' 'cane
I'm all about my hustle when I'm peelin' the cap off another man
Ballin' up on a set at them b*tches, tryna knock 'em off the road
But they vamped it bro, campaign jetted like some f*ckin' hoes
Now we back to plan a, tryna find some n*ggas slippin'
Turn down the street, n*ggas deep, I got a victim so uhh
[Verse 5: Criminal Manne, Thugsta & Both]
Stop the car, hit the light, scopin, lookin' kinda mean
b*tches fallin' in the junt with the n*ggas lookin' fresh and clean
So, uhh, what's up, Criminal? What's up, Thugsta?
Project Playaz get these busters
Slip into my mask, got out the car, I'm aimin' for suckers
So I ran up in the junt, I'm shootin' silly n*ggas, duckin' b*tches
Give me that money, then share me that pus*y
They tryna' break, I was steadily bustin'
Drop to the floor, ho, raise your hand, here's the plan
Deposit your cash in the bank, drop it off, b*tch, understand
Give up, n*gga b*tch, hit the floor, we just want the money and go
These hollow tips ain't got no name, they just say "Cap a ho"
Now we jettin' the set, I'm talkin' bad to the b*tches
Vamped out the junt, shootin' that punk
Ho, don't turn around

[Chorus: Tony Down]
Don't turn around, just give me the f*ckin' cheese, trick
Drop it off, drop it off, drop it off, ho
Don't turn around, just give me the f*ckin' cheese, trick
Drop it off, drop it off, drop it off, ho
Don't turn around, just give me the f*ckin' cheese, trick
Drop it off, drop it off, drop it off, ho
Don't turn around, just give me the f*ckin' cheese, trick
Drop it off, drop it off, drop it off, ho
Don't turn a-don't turn a—
Don't turn a-don't turn a—
Drop it off, drop it off, drop it off, ho