(Hook)
All you do is turk this, turk that,
YNT, they're coming through.

I hear you talking brand beats,
Exploding every avenue.
Turk this, turk that,

Spill it to my head, did I made that clear?
!@^%, it's my year, no coincidence all you hear.
All you do is turk this, turk that,

YNT, they're coming through.
I hear you talking brand beats,
Exploding every avenue.

Turk this, turk that,
Spill it to my head, did I made that clear?
!@^%, it's my year, no coincidence all you hear.


(Verse)
Got a couple hundred bandz on my side,

My slurpass tight,
You !@$@s ain't right,
And I ain't take a %#@! light.

But I got regon rights, I'm Turk with a hell of a tune.
Ain't worry about blown, I'm already blown,
There ain't no top bout chromozone

Got it, I rap alone, I stay rip this on,
I just showed up, gotta pack a lean, hold up.
One thing about it, I ain't slowed up,

Good, put your leg on my shoulder,
YNT gonna hold up.
Jump up on a wheel, do about a unity

Until the mother$#&@er close up.
Matter of fact take a close up,
For the shot of the brownies,

All the mind, it's my time.
Hold up on juries, conflicts with my shine,
We're gone for a minute, !@$@, now it gets down.

But this round got the same !@$@s with when I was at the bottom
As a fact, they believe in a !@$@ is enough for the reason to say I got 'em.