Turkey Bag - Berner, Styles P, B-Real

You start as lil' bro

Then you big bro

You start as lil' homie

Then you big homie

Niggas know me

The bitches know me

Salute to the Goonies

Do a stick up for me

When I die blow some weed

Pour some liquor for me

Know I keep working the whip

You couldn’t get up on it

I’ve been skrting' off since nextels was chirping off

Looking at the stash house

Could tell you what the dirt is for

I could get deeper with it

Tell you what niggas murder for

All this fly shit that we living for

Superstitious hand is itching

I’m bout to get it though

Can’t trust niggas

The UZI is by the kitchen door

Be careful what you be wishing for

Well to the well is empty

What is money for

Can’t get nothing from nothing

I prove different though

But never say you gettin' the money

Cause they be snitchin' y’all

Handfuls out the turkey bag

Move the pounds, blow the funds, you lookin' at the chosen ones

Handfuls out the turkey bag

Never rat, love the silence, you lookin' at the golden ones

Handfuls out the turkey bag, I’m loaded

I’ma throw 'em 20 pounds, let 'em work with that

Handfuls out the turkey bag

Long live the king, be a king, word to the jack

This shit is dreamy

Got me weeding bout Nefertiti

Bora Bora for a week

When I leave Tahiti

Campin' ain’t' easy but the game still need me

Only reason I’m around still

I never got greedy

The trippy thing about life

Is you could live forever

Keep your name good

In the streets

I’m tryna' do better

Paper drip with sauce

Yeah burnin' nice and slow

Another million from the road

I’m tryna buy another home

I miss the jack, big forty on my lap

While I’m ridin' a lot of good keep dyin'

Half a pound to the neck

I’ma grind tll I see the sunrise

We don’t rest man

We don’t even flex now

We just feel blessed to wake up

In the morning and take another breath

Handfuls out the turkey bag, I’m loaded

I’ma throw em 20 pounds, let 'em work with that

Handfuls out the turkey bag

Move the pounds, blow the funds, you lookin' at the chosen ones

Handfuls out the turkey bag

Never rat, love the silence, you lookin' at the golden ones

Handfuls out the turkey bag, I’m loaded

I’ma throw 'em 20 pounds, let 'em work with that

Handfuls out the turkey bag

Long live the king, be a king, word to the jack

Got my bottom bitch bliffin' paper

When all the neighbours got the flavor like an hour later

Fuck I hate her

Mind tripped in like a smoke cloud

When my loud niggas have it drippin'

From the joint up in my fingers

Dead ringers, Rig slingers

No blue dreamers

Our pants are gettn' fatter while your pockets gettin' leaner

Every pack of lit do bring a limoncello so much sweeter

Watch these bitches change up their demeanor

The grass is greener

A thousand lights, ladies bouncin' by the style in sight

If you lookin' for the doctor, got to know you pound 'em right

It’s all gas, better haul ass like you got a hall pass

To the spot, payment, all cash

So let me light this one and make it smell lovely

No matter what you do you could never be above me

I keep pushin' till the Sun sets, until the break of dawn

Concentrate, I’m dabbin' to the song

Mind gone

Handfuls out the turkey bag

Move the pounds, blow the funds, you lookin' at the chosen ones

Handfuls out the turkey bag

Never rat, love the silence, you lookin' at the golden ones

Handfuls out the turkey bag, I’m loaded

I’ma throw 'em 20 pounds, let 'em work with that

Handfuls out the turkey bag

Long live the king, be a king, word to the jack