Lyrics Turn Left - DF Car$on

20 inch spinners
Hop in the whip and I'm spinning
She wanna hot girl summer
I only pop out in the winter
First day in the Vett
Skirt off, almost popped out the fender (Skirt)
We know he a lame
He a little pretender
Can't pose for the pic
But I can flex hard like a spender (I can)
I'm gonna do it again, AGHHH!
I step in with the racks, I don't do no wallets
New AP, no Hublot on it
Big Lamb truck, put two fo's on it
My money big, went Sumo on it
I talk when I speak, I don't do no whinin'
Look at your chain, it don't do no shinin'
Look at the gang, we don't do no kindness (No we don't)
Takin' a piss with my Prada shades on
Talk to my Benjamins, I'm not alone
When you get money, they start to approach
Hop in that jet, and I'm ridin' in Coach
Shawty do anything for a post
Moncler runners, I'm doin' donuts
Steppin' on the gas, watch how I pull off and uh
(Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Bugatti coupe, it got butterfly wings
I chop off the top and I look like king
I bust and I leave, like ASAP, no Rocky
Like put y'all hands down, I ain't giving no bands out
Old hoes that would diss me, now they into fans now
They was trynna do me
Trynna screw me
But you can't really do me, Can't confuse me, Im the man now
(Uh) (Yeah) I'm the man
Blast right out my cell, but I'm no gun, cuz i won't jam
Plan everything, Like four days in advance, So i can't fail
No i'm not Yeat, but ima smack that boy just like that bell
It's way to hot, wanna talk, but he might get popped
And my GTR go "vroom", that's the reason ima skrrrt my block
I don't need nobody, cuz nobody gonna show me the ropes
Send that boy to jail and swear to god he'll drop the soap (whoops)
He said that I can diss him on this track
But I can't talk about his family
Scratch that, ima have to call his mom a hoe
And ima have to walk just like a leader
He act like a hoe so I quess i'm a "Woman Beater" (BA!)
Treat my momma like my female
Yes i just know how to treat her
F a Nissan, ima pull up in that coupe up, in that Beamer
Now she don't like you but I swear she rocking with my good demeanor
Yeah I like that
Sixnine he a rat
Catch him in that LA fitness
Hit him in the back
Rainbow colors everywhere, and take his chain but I can't cuz he's fat

So im gonna bring my whole family
And send that boy to atlanta
Pop that boy just like a Fanta
He just got slumped, antisocial
I feel like i'm Tana (Uh)