TURN AROUND Video (MV)

Turn around, I keep that burner 'round, he gon' clap him then
He gon' clap him then
Turn around, I keep that burner 'round, he gon clap him then

Ayy, It's Kiko.

Turn around, I keep that burner 'round, he gon' clap him then
F*ck around, lil' bitch, gon' find it out that I'm actually him
Posted at the Days Inn, more like a Trappers Inn.
Scales for different drugs, and we stampin' the bag, it's in

Turn around, I keep that burner 'round, he gon' clap him then
F*ck around, lil' bitch, gon' find it out that I'm actually him
Posted at the Days Inn, more like a Trappers Inn.
Scales for different drugs, and we stampin' the bag, it's in

If you see that money bag, you better be sayin', yo
It's like that Wockesha be takin' my soul, you know
Stuntin' in designer, even though I'm makin' clothes
Put her in my video, and we gon' take off, go
Got that one hitter, quitter when I'm servin' dope

If they link me to a sale, then my future's gone
This ain't a regular Percocet, filled up with fentanyl
I just ran from the cops, pull up and get it all

I done sold a lot of drugs, f*ck the DPS
Tryna take my life away, I'm drippin', watch my step
I'm a hot boy, and in the streets, I pass my test
You could get money by guns, but you can't buy respect
Dancin' ass nigga, what you was, a reject?

Blowin' up back to back, I'm in sequence
Like I'm in the f*ckin' war, you can't see this
Muscled up like John Cena, you ain't peep this?

Turn around, I keep that burner 'round, he gon' clap him then
F*ck around, lil' bitch, gon' find it out that I'm actually him
Posted at the Days Inn, more like a Trappers Inn
Scales for different drugs, and we stampin' the bag, it's in

Turn around, I keep that burner 'round, he gon' clap him then
F*ck around, lil' bitch, gon' find it out that I'm actually him
Posted at the Days Inn, more like a Trappers Inn
Scales for different drugs, and we stampin' the bag, it's in

Shawty got it in her purse, I'll send you to a nurse
I'ma bust back, bust first, put him in the dirt

Put him on a Tee, or hoodie, family sellin' merch
I be chillin', they got my back, cause I put in work
I ain't stickin' up to teller,
Bitch, I pay the clerk

Times changed and I elevated crazy
Cause I stood on what I had to on a daily
I'm from the motherf*ckin' belt, not on Bailey (TDAI GANG)

Bitch, I leveled up for real, tryna play me
See that fear in your eyes, you tryna hate me
I make big moves, boss moves, baby
I just thought she wanted dick, she tryna pay me
Gettin' to it, I'm all in on the daily
All that hatin' shit, it can never phase me
You ain't makin' what I'm makin', bitch, you lazy

I just hit the Dutchie blunt, I'm feelin' jaded
Every month a new wedding month, cause I'm cakin

And I don't even got a bitch, what you sayin'?
Grab the chop, cause the pistol don't be sprayin
Send you to the closest person, hope it's Satan
Get it in, break it down, then I split it with the guys

If I get caught with this pack, I'm doin' so much time
Like I'm skatin', makin' flips, and I'm on my grind
Never cared about that bullshit, man, it wastes my time
I be goin' hard like back to back, they love my rhymes

Ima keep this shit consistent,
You can't stop my shine
Bitch, stop hittin' up my phone, you be textin' me dry
I could really be your source, and she said, of course
I could wait until he leaves, don't get a divorce

Everybody's story's sad, and they want remorse
You should really help the people that show their support
Cause you never know who's with you till you're up in court

Turn around, I keep that burner 'round,
He gon' clap him then
F*ck around, lil' bitch, gon' find it out that I'm actually him
Posted at the Days Inn, more like a Trappers Inn
Scales for different drugs, and we stampin' the bag it's in

Turn around, I keep that burner 'round, he gon' clap him then
F*ck around, lil' bitch, gon' find it out that I'm actually him
Post it at the day's end, more like a trapper's end
Scales for different drugs, and we stampin' the bag it's in.