Turk - Original Hot Beezy lyrics

[Intro] Giving ya'll some o' that real street music My n***a Turk Get money, stay real, the sequel n***a (oh - oh) Aye, aye, aye The real [?] Say my name please [Hook] Talk about streets (talk about streets) Cause we in this sh** (cause we in this sh**) Told my league (told my league) Cause he done calling in ( he done calling in) You want a hot boy (want a hot boy) f** with me baby (f** with me baby) Can't clown this sh** (can't clown this sh**) Original hot beezy The real Thugger Original hot beezy Watch your b**h cause I will f** her Original hot beezy [?] Original hot beezy And it's still money over her [Verse 1] I'm full, I'm thugging, I don't know nothing else Lil n***a I don't know nothing else Want me and the mob n***a you don't wanna try Make it hard for yourself (make it hard for yourself) I'll be in these streets everyday with the medal b**h n***a I do it myself (I'll do it myself) Thirty and a forty n***a you gon' get it started Tell them all they can't help ( can't help) The paramedic can't help ( can't help) Can't call me n***a got stripes like a well ( like a well) Two strikes in the system, I don't give a f** n***a Got one more left (got one more left) Got an extra clip gotta squeeze that b**h tip Ain't no more left (ain't no more left) Take off the whole team n***a one by one k**er You gon' believe that there n***a I'm G'd up, folly n***a Teardrop from my vein, no crying n***a Ain't night, broad day be a crime n***a Be there, yellow tape, you dying n***a You gon' die n***a f**ing with the real Thugger you gon' lie n***a If you can get caught, do the time n***a I might shoot it off stop crying n***a n***a, n***a [Hook] Talk about streets (talk about streets) Cause we in this sh** (cause we in this sh**) Told my league (told my league) Cause he done calling in ( he done calling in) You want a hot boy (want a hot boy) f** with me baby (f** with me baby) Can't clown this sh** (can't clown this sh**) Original hot beezy The real Thugger Original hot beezy Watch your b**h cause I will f** her Original hot beezy [?] Original hot beezy And it's still money over her [Verse 2] If a hoe ain't loyal she might get f**ed Tell a hot boy where the stash at Send my young n***as in to get the bricks and the stuff n***a Tell them n***a have that Three shots at them n***a like I'm at a gun range Target practice (target) Three hundred in the choppa let you know I ain't playing I'm reckless, don't test me I'm shooting first, questions I ain't asking You in a hearse six in the dirth And boxed in your casket Robbing them, street sh** Yeah homie I'm in that b**h 23 ya'll my day one n***a I ain't got no time for a b**h Getting money (getting money) Young thuggy thuggy Original hot but I'm in tens and the hunnids And I k** n***a, my block I run it Send eclipse till it feels like summer Get them while they hot like a summer Tackle with yo air like a comma (like a comma) Got clips on the choppa like a drummer (where the drummer) Heavy K n***a, put that on my momma Momma, momma [Hook] Talk about streets (talk about streets) Cause we in this sh** (cause we in this sh**) Told my league (told my league) Cause he done calling in ( he done calling in) You want a hot boy (want a hot boy) f** with me baby (f** with me baby) (one time for the cameo) Can't clown this sh** (can't clown this sh**) Original hot beezy (shout out to the n***as, old side, new side) [Outro] Hot - hot