Tyga - Turbans lyrics

[Hook] n***as work and work and make you work to live Don't work, if that don't work, straps of work Thank god this rap sh** work, my n***as chill rap the work My n***as will go back and forth Tryin' to pack the work I'm just tryin' to pack it back to Africa More steps than my pa**port, n***a back to work Fynna throw the hoodie on like a turban sh** wasn't sweet when they left me deserted And now I had a heart but you broke it And now I had feelings but you hurt 'em Now I'm turnin' up on everybody, you, you, you, you, you, you, and you Yeah, I'm turnin' up on everybody, god don't save 'em let me do what I do [Verse 1] [Fynna throw the hoodie on like a turban n***as get nervous when they seem determined All black Suburban, boom, boom, boom Came through swervin', turban was Hermes Where the b**hes at that's determined? Where the b**hes at that rap verses? She gon' tap my name and that's cursive I'ma k** the cat what's the verdict? Matter of fact I'm back in my turban, back in my snapback let me serve 'em Heard your knee crack, I cook that perfect, yeah, cook that perfect Yeah, I put that work in, Maybach gon' wrap those curtains Yeah, yeah, got [?] like [?], here go my [?] verses [Hook] n***as work and work and make you work to live Don't work, if that don't work, straps of work Thank god this rap sh** work my n***as chill, rap the work My n***as will go back and forth Tryin' to pack the work I'm just tryin' to pack it back to Africa More steps than my pa**port, n***a back to work Fynna throw the hoodie on like a turban sh** wasn't sweet when they left me deserted And now I had a heart but you broke it And now I had feelings but you hurt 'em Now I'm turnin' up on everybody, you, you, you, you, you, you, and you Yeah, I'm turnin' up on everybody, god don't save 'em let me do what I do Fynna throw the hoodie on like a turban Fynna throw the hoodie on like a turban Fynna throw the hoodie on like a turban Fynna throw the hoodie on like a turban [Hook] n***as work and work and make you work to live Don't work, if that don't work, straps of work Thank god this rap sh** work my n***as chill, rap the work My n***as will go back and forth Tryin' to pack the work I'm just tryin' to pack it back to Africa More steps than my pa**port, n***a back to work Fynna throw the hoodie on like a turban sh** wasn't sweet when they left me deserted And now I had a heart but you broke it And now I had feelings but you hurt 'em Now I'm turnin' up on everybody, you, you, you, you, you, you, and you Yeah, I'm turnin' up on everybody, god don't save 'em let me do what I do