YFN Lucci - Turner Field lyrics

Too many real ones locked up I want them ni**as to hear this from stadium to stadium Free Major Grams Free Shell Free Poochie Gangsta Grillz Free Pookie-Pook Free my n***a kenny Free 20 Dog and free Maro Free the whole Edison gang Free my n***a Q Money Look two cups of Promethazine got me faded Big boss worth a couple mill b***h I made it Uh Super Bowl ring and my cup look like the stadium yeah I remember we used to hustle by the stadium Bendin’ blocks and runnin’ from the cops yeah uh I remember ridin’ in hotboxes yeah uh Ay we were somewhere tryna pop and lock We spot it out then we gon’ pop the top Made eighty thousand on the auto mall on that boy I can’t f**k with none of you lil’ su*kas you ni**as lollipops And we good at poppin’ Glocks My lil’ brother Jay caught a body he don’t know how to stop I’m trappin’ b***h I might run off Uh we be in the ‘partment uh we got hard and soft huh Used to pull out get a ten come back and break you off Now my leather real soft now I’m prolly at Weezy house I put VVs in my mouth my potna cold clean you out yeah We made it this far n***a we stars (Uh huh) Plus I hold the chopper like I hold a guitar (Yeah) Now I pull strings like a guitar That lean got me throwed off BG just like O-Dogg (Yeah) Look two cups of Promethazine got me faded Big boss worth a couple mill b***h I made it Uh Super Bowl ring and my cup look like the stadium yeah I remember we used to hustle by the stadium Look two cups of Promethazine got me faded Big boss worth a couple mill b***h I made it Uh Super Bowl ring and my cup look like the stadium yeah I remember we used to hustle by the stadium Ay you think we just gon’ sit here and starve F**k wrong with y’all? Think we ain’t gon’ play by my dawg what wrong with y’all? We ain’t got no pressure slangin’ gun f**k the law huh If we ain’t got no paper we gon’ go sell the raw Call my youngin they pull up with stick sell ’em somethin’ Only for the money they tryna take holmes head off uh From where we comin’ you know we so hard head y’all I lost my cousin to a b***h and my cousin wasn’t even involved I’m thuggin’ ready for war (What else?) They ain’t care about my n***a why the f**k should I care about y’alls? F**k it go kill ’em all uh Raised up in public houses With no room on the bed we had to sleep on the couches yeah Now we in the club I got my foot on the couch and s**t My n***a dead we gotta shoot up they house and s**t They like “We train with the feds we don’t know how to miss” Only med sippin’ red I don’t know how to quit yeah Look two cups of Promethazine got me faded Big boss worth a couple mill b***h I made it Uh Super Bowl ring and my cup look like the stadium yeah I remember we used to hustle by the stadium Look two cups of Promethazine got me faded Big boss worth a couple mill b***h I made it Uh Super Bowl ring and my cup look like the stadium yeah I remember we used to hustle by the stadiummm