Turk - Bout Whatever lyrics

[Verse 1] Fatiuged up full of that dope ready for war Me and Mark wit K's tearing yo station up Baggin' that k** shooting at anythang that's chillin' Wit a hundred rounds..so u know there's gonna be a k**in' Better stake yo-self in a place we can't see Ramble at night in the evenin' we creep Bout whateva n***a k**in n***as like a season Duct tape body snatchin n***as for any reasons You best believe we'z real We too hot and hard to k** Nuts hang low as they could we get it how we live Turn the (?) spittin' stainin' witnesses and all Ain't no escapin' choppers gone set it off Lil' Wayne bout that funky sh** Leave n***a fire if out of line get rid of quick The.....Magnolia is where I be Where them soulja's will leave a n***a stankin' Missin' for weeks [Hook: Turk & (Lil Wayne)]x2 Bout whateva u bout whateva u want we can do it (Triggas I yank and yo station I'mma run through it) Bout whateva u bout n***a all day and all night (Look here man I ain't scared to lose my life) [Verse 2] The young head busta Eliminating n***as like nuttin' Fifty shots I release hit yo block head bustin' Turk and Wayne the youngest of the squad with the ride Magnolia I represent til I die thats no lie Infered beams chest head shots I'm givin' Bullets flippin and still but nothing but gun smoke when u slippin' And yo body hot like sh** you drop n***a Hit yo block in the jag wit the top dropped n***a Soulja rags wit black bows I thugged out Two times a hot boy wit' two slugs in my mouth Before five we co*ked back always ready for beef Still got n***as on my side who gone ride wit me I hope u bout what I'm bout cuz if not ya all in I be in sh**ty colors A-K s** and ten No heisitation in my blood line k**in' n***as still no thang and I put it on yo mind [Hook]x2 [Verse 3] I let'em sagg strap wit' automatics fully loaded Gloc's wit' 17 for the haters is why I tote it...never loaded I'm sobber n***a I stay on my sh** n***a want beef wit me...I ..ee..jack on that b**h Bout that druggin' 17 n***a I'm thuggin n***a disrespect me get licked out like a ruggin' I.......discharge like a ho n***a fall like ceaser to the morge is where they go I ain't no ho for you n***as that don't know I pack the A-K and the f**in' fo..fo I let'em flow You get hit you crapped out Head shots thats what I'm givin' brains be all out You faint fall out when they hear about you I release, release the whole clip not few n***a you through when u f**in wit' me Lil Turk the H-B from the U-P-T [Hook]x4 [Outro: Turk & (Lil Wayne)] n***a...(what)...(what) (Turk & Wayne Ha...Ha...Hot Boys Lil Weezy, Turk the 2-timer Wayne aka 2 Pistols, How You Luv That?) How You Luv That? My n***a slim (Bout Watever) My n***a fresh with the track (Gettin..getting down & dirty) We getting down & dirty! (That's for my lil n***a)