Turn

[Intro]
Ghosty
Munroe
Ghosty
Munroe
Turn, turn, turn turn

[Verse 1: Headie One]
Man need to find the lord, I got a lot to lose
Swing my shank with force
I don't use no knuckles, though I'm in my Moose
Burnt my tracky and Givenchy runners
I was pissed I couldn't keep my shoes
Opps can't hang outside when I start to get over there in my mood
One Rambo ain't enough
So I jumped in the whizz and I twinned with two
I been a bad breed since school
In citizenship I'm tryna conceal this kitchen (Turn, turn, turn)
I don't know how to follow the rules
(Turn, turn, turn, turn, turn, turn)
I was still tryna convince my teacher I'm a good citizen
You ain't ever gonna circle the opp block so much times
'Til this dinger won't move
Then continue the glide on foot
That's even more mileage in these shoes
Blood all over my 97's
Now they're looking like Loubs
Had to off white way before Off-White
I still split Jerry Springer in two

[Verse 2: RV]
Bad B keep callin' my phone
Had to tell her 'calm down', I'm tryna stay faithful
When the opps get caught, it's fatal
We're the only ones with waps
They ain't got arms, them niggas disabled
It was tuna and noodles in jail
Now it's smoked salmon with a toasted bagel
For my freedom, I'm grateful
I was locked up like Akon
Came home and I bought me a brand new wap
It's nuttin', there's more where that came from
I've got mob ties like the Drake song
My hood ain't one you can rain on
I'll draw my ting, no crayon
Leave that pussyhole bleedin'
Like it's time of the month and a girl just came on
My niggas can't sleep on a vio
I don't know how the opps can function
Had no clue that I brang my burner
'Til I tried clappin' on junction
Straight M's or attempts any time that man buck them
Thought he was dead when I chinged up my man
But he's still alive, what a poor misjudgement

[Verse 3: Unknown T]
Look, my tings set different
Big fat sword and a Smithen
Gang spill juice on the opps
We don't do no half heart dippings
TT 'rex, OT, get the hotline blingin'
Gang slap corn in their block
So the opp boys know their position
And, free up my jailhouse mates doing Thameside livin'
I hate when they chat bare greeze 'cah they done no drillings
Opp block, back my shank and fish him
Shave man bait or bore him, bend your back if man dig in
Wave that blade, do more than bend your back if man dig it
Duck if man ring it
Move back if you lack cah this ain't your average chingin'
You don't know my face, since old school days been drillin'
Grab that black gym back for the action
More time the gauge been hidden
My goon soon home cah his case got ridden
Free up double tap K, who was loose with the latest Smithen
Me and V9 had to pattern 'em up, what a great decision
I still gotta pattern up Mulli
Big man lowe it and play your position
Slap that wap cah the 8 don't listen
Them boy love to talk on the net
But really they're great with distance
I send shots to your boss on the roads and tracks
Your empty threats are all fiction
Let's not forget that shh held a dippin'
Big man play your position
I'm the youngest tug' on the mission
Them boy tried boot and their wap went missin'
Likkle man keep dissin'
Grip my shank, with the blade I'm swingin'
Swing what shank? I'ma blaze and ping him
You're pissed on your block if you buck into us
We ain't givin' a basic chingin'
Turn, turn, the ding-dong spinnin'
Mhmm, turn, turn, the ding-dong's spinnin'
Mhmm, turn, turn, the ding-dong's spinnin'
Mhmm, turn, turn, the ding-dong's spinnin'
Turn, turn, the ding-dong's spinnin'