Lyrics Turner - Lil Eazi

What's the matter with you?
You're the worst ripper ever
Stop you again, Timmy
Stop yelling

Aye
Look
Aye

I go by the dealer and telling my homies
I need a new chain with the turners on it
Straight out the box, gritting and rolling
You know the drill, bathing with apes lately

Like I got me a fairy, be waving the wands
And like poof, I'll be rocking in Urus innit
Abracadabra, holla
Bitch, I'm no pussy, got spice as I bake her cookie

And makeup, love up, breakup
Lil' bitch call my phone, and she's hitting no pickup
Turn me to turner, I'm sassy no hiccup
Ion no care when you're telling I ripe you

Dress up to prom with two bitches, I take off
Damn, don't blame, I think it's the turner
The part of me get on your nerve when you holla
Odd fairy, I need a new switch to go Timmy (hey!)

Turner, turner (whoa)
Turner, turner, turner
Turner, turner, turner (hey!)

Telling my pops I'ma get to the money
No, easy, what are the odds?
Robbing the bank with no Glock by your side
Bitch unarmed, do you confirm?

24-7, I'm moving the stocks
I clean up my track, I'm all in the game
I cook up the meths like I ain't even turner
Hey look, I'ma white, I wait 'til I'm covered (hey!)

I just shot my shot at this little thot
Men, I'm getting hot, sipping on the herb
Grinning, I just drop, drop (hey!)
Spitting out my word, dropping at that curve with that thot

Looking at the blue, the moment getting high
Yeah, I ball in with my homies from the call Cali
I just gettin' way too soft, we're dripping with a tag, tag
Men, I feel the X-pill hitting now, I'm dripping words, uh
Even at the ghetto, bro, I never got in third never, never, never (hey!)

Timmy, turner (whoa)
Turner, turner, turner
Turner, turner, turner (hey!)

We, we-
What's the matter with you?
You're the worst ripper ever