Franswa - 2kTurban (Profit$) lyrics

[Verse 1 - Franswa] Check it out Bourbon Street I'm trying to keep it real Putting on my yamakah So listen to my speel Nah I ain't Jewish I'm spitting this new 'ish I'm rhyming like I'm Doctor Seuss Red and the Blue Fish Yup I is hood Morning like wood Trying so hard Little engine that could I'm riding through the city in my CRX And I am pa**ing off the mic to the dude that's next b**h! [Verse 2 - JLo] CC2k15 yeah we out here b**h We're looking for you now You better not snitch Shoutout to Bourbon Street AKA, Turban Street We out here man, stealing hoes Why we do it? No one knows All day, all night Too lit, highest height Check that bank account b**h Because we balling out Call us Jebron Lames Because all we spit is flames Something something something I forgot that Wait I just remember that I k** this sh** While I wear bucket hats Snorting those white lines Call me Amanda Bynes I touch down on you pussies call me Emmitt Smith That's my end now yeah I'm out, yeah b**h! [Verse 3 - Vanilla Wafer] Chilling in my turban And I'm sipping on my bourbon Yo my speech is steady slurring I keep driving I keep skirting Division keeps on blurring And these b**hes keep on yearning But that sh** I'm not concerning Only tracks that I be burning Squad RIP to the haters that vanilla keeps wasting Got triangle tats on my ribs like Free Mason Yeah, I'm talking Illuminati Sipping bourbon in the lobby And I keep an eye out for a bitty with a body (Beat change) Spitting rhymes Spitting game All these haters put to shame They say that Wafer brings the pain They right, ain't sh** changed My road rage is insane I roast you like propane I kicks it like Luke King Ride shotgun, Kurt Cobain Every single time that I try to fly I get to the top but my fall is pride I can soar on wings but I'd rather glide Yeah I made mistakes, chicken fried You know that pops be cashing out You can hear us clear, because the message loud But there will come a time when you have a doubt And the music in your ear will start fading out [Verse 4 - JLo] (Bring the beat back) I'll be here man you just wait on this Listen to me now while I take a piss Mic drop in this b**h Don't like? You take a hitch Hike up that hill While you're at it, pay my bills Especially on my 'Rari because you know I'm a baller Sipping on dirty sprite, call me Jody Highroller Hanging with the boys We call ourselves Profit$ Dropping doodoo on dudes sh**, sh**, sh**, sh**!