42 Dugg - Turnest Nigga in the City lyrics

[Intro] D-D-D-D-DJ Swift on the track Youngest in the, hey, I see you ni**as (Mook, what up?) Mook got the keys jumpin' [Verse 1] Doggy brick for sixty-five, yeah, I'm on that Free Skeet, if they don't take a three, then I don't want that One foot in and one foot out like fu*k it, bring them phones back 'Cuz takin' hits still, 12 could get 'em killed still Buzz been goin' up in the hood, Doggy a thug Jedd finally cut off his hair, caught him a Blood Still takin' hits of the nast', thought I was done Nah, b*tch, get you a bag, let's have some fun Jazz back fu*kin' with Chazz, I shouldn't cry Maybach, two hunnid in cash, I shouldn't drive Local ni**as tryna compete, show me a M Ran up two-fifty this week, ni**a, in Timbs Gotti got 'em all lined up, I want a dime Doggy talkin' crazy on the 'Gram, I wanna try 'em Like he ain't worth half what he be sayin', ni**as be lyin' b*tch, I get it, I'm still fu*kin' ovеr all your ni**as [Chorus] Turntest youngin' in the city, you know all us pipe Evеrybody tote a .30, b*tch, and all us fight Gettin' paid from them birdies, ni**as, all us Mike, Vick, ho Let's hit the road, I need a white b*tch (What else?) Prolly move back to the A, ni**as don't like me Never seen Doggy go bold, check his indictments Told all you ni**as here 'cause I'm on, why you ain't write me? I just got them call from Durk, ni**as kitin' off the rock [Verse 2] See a opp, you know it's on, say he right, I know he wrong Ain't no iffin', b*tch, I'm goin', two shot dealie, b*tch, I'm blowin' Any color, double orange, rose gold, forty pointers ni**as' hoes, they be pointin' (I see you) Show that work work, ni**a, I know like four of y'all ain't right Double seven out of five, ni**a, four of y'all ain't fight Give me those, straight to Mike's, that was never me And tell that b*tch, "Get off my dick, I got better freaks" Bro, if I want a ho for real, she'll never leave I'm still on the East, packin', swervin' in that Bent' I still got the same air mattress that got her hit Lemme stop, I got a b*tch, but ni**a, she rich too [Chorus] Turntest youngin' in the city, you know all us pipe Everybody tote a .30, b*tch, and all us fight Gettin' paid from them birdies, ni**as, all us Mike, Vick, ho Let's hit the road, I need a white b*tch (What else?) Prolly move back to the A, ni**as don't like me Never seen Doggy go bold, check his indictments Told all you ni**as here 'cause I'm on, why you ain't write me? I just got them call from Durk, ni**as kitin' off the rock [Outro] ni**as kitin' off the rock, b*tch