Splurge – Turf lyrics

[Intro]
Yeah, yeah
Ayy, fff, fff, fff
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh ooh ooh
Ayy let me hear that ho Jeff

[Verse 1]
I was down bad, wasn't gettin' no money
So I walked in the trap and drew down with that tommy
They think I'm a terrorist, they blame me for bombing
The jeweler brought me out, shit made me vomit
The gas pack loud, you can smell me comin'
Jumped off the porch, hit the ground, start runnin'
I'm havin' money, put dick in your bitch tummy
I got carrots like a big bunny
Taxin' niggas for a verse
You been through some shit but I been through worse
I seen my lil buddy get put in a hearse
Trap backwoods, make your bitch wanna twerk

[Chorus]
You cannot trap on our turf, ayy
My bitch got the Glock in her purse, ayy
We got the gas from the earth
Stop trappin', you better off being a clerk
You cannot trap on our turf, ayy
My bitch got the Glock in her purse, ayy
We got the gas from the earth
Stop trappin', you better off being a clerk

[Verse 2]
Don't come around if you a plug
'Cause we takin' you down for your drugs
These boys not eating like Ramadan
Air this bitch out, watch them run like a marathon
No cap rap, bitch I got a strap on me now
I come to the show, security pat me down
They say I gotta watch you 'cause you keep them rounds
They know how to flex out like I was on cam
Playin' with molly and bruce, watch what happen
Whole lot of choppers, it ain't shit to clap 'em
Young nigga got next, heard that from the pastor
We'll T this bitch up and then shot it up after

[Chorus]
You cannot trap on our turf, ayy
My bitch got the Glock in her purse, ayy
We got the gas from the earth
Stop trappin', you better off being a clerk
You cannot trap on our turf, ayy
My bitch got the Glock in her purse, ayy
We got the gas from the earth
Stop trappin', you better off being a clerk