My Turn

Oh, these folks thought I was gon let up
(Woo) hahaha, that was crazy to think
Retta (Woo) That way

It's my turn to come pop shit
Y’all hoes gotta be quiet
I been sitting back letting it unfold
But the game need me, it's time
I ain't seen nobody harder yet
And see the top? Yup, the shit mine
And if they run up on me with that dumb shit-
It’s on my life a bitch dying
I'm thug life till the casket drop
They want a bitch to be prissy
Say I'm too cocky for my own good
They want a bitch to come diss me
Got it out the mud, no handouts
They wish a bitch was out tricking
But I be too high for that nonsense
I just wish the weed was more sticky i been-
Out here chasing pesos (yeah)
I keep it on me, I'm in safe mode (yeah)
Ain't no fucking where that I can't go
Let a bitch try me, I ain't hoe
Really Atlanta, who the fuck checking?
(Atlanta) it's life, who the fuck stepping?
Look, free the real who the fuck telling?
Naw forreal big Retta, remember that
And pretty please don’t forget it
(Don’t you ever)
Them folk can't be looking for me
Cause I really be in the city
I don’t know nothing about
What them folks did
Cause I really mind my business (On God)
They say the ones out topping me
Y'all really out here tripping
Look, a hoe is never ever checking me (Woo)
You don't gotta ask, I said that
(I said that)
I stand on 10, I ain't scared of nothing
Leave a hater stuck with the shit face
We running shit but don’t run from nothing
They spreading rumors, I dead that
Atlanta baby, screaming Zone 3
A Town stomp on a bitch face

I don't know what the fuck y'all thought
Big Retta, not the little one
You get what I'm saying, haha yeah