TRAE & Z-RO - Turning Heads lyrics

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Everytime we hit the parkin lot - we turn heads

Every - Everytime we hit the parkin lot - we turn heads

Every - Everytime we hit the parkin lot - we turn heads

Some hoes wanna choose, but them bitches too scary

Everytime I hit the parkin lot I turn heads

I told J replace the swisha's with hundreds to burn bread

On that other shit too much attention attract feds

Like it was cool then parkin my Lac by the sherm heads

Hood figgas got these niggas tryna swagga jack

They old school they could never get they swagga back

Caliminio seats, steppin on the plastic mats

I gave the hood a heart attack, bangin some classic Pat

Who's next to plex? bitch I got that plastic mac

Belts jumpin off the trunk, now watch me pass the rats

Niggaz hatin on the truth I'm bout to pass it back

They prolly pissed I lit the torch and never passed it back

I'm Houston along, some people might say that I'm wrong

But I'm a asshole - rules don't apply in my zone

Slugs might fly out the chrome, my gangsta too fly to be cloned

I ride by sayin fuck you and continue to roam

Uh I use to rock green converse and tan dickies

Way befo ballin, not playin with hundreds and fifties

Parkin lot pimpin from the passenger side

My partna's lookin good in they ride, so I had to get mine

24/7 I was on my grind

Lookin forward to shinin and lookin lovely

Lookin forward to niggaz hatin cause they bitches wanna fuck me

But ain't nobody gon'touch me cause I'm a boss

Fuck around and send a wave thru a niggaz house

And it'll wipe his whole family out

Anyway, I'm on top of my game today

Plus I'm on top of my page today

Asshole By Nature, I'm real and the fake gon'fade away

Fogori glasses sittin on my nose, the Dodge is sittin on 84's

And Z-Ro treats his clothes, better then his hoes

I wrap Alligator skin around my toes

Lamborghini doors, open up and close - my mouth, my neck, my wrist is froze

I'm doin this shit for Robert Earl Davis and John Hawkins

I'm the center of attention I got the whole city talkin

Everytime I hit the parkin lot I turn heads

Havin money even though the record label ain't pay me my bread

I go get it and then come back with it cause I'm a street nigga

My people need to be fed, I'm a make sure all my people can eat nigga

And we ain't fuckin with wing dinners no mo'cause we feast nigga

With expensive taste that's the name of the game, ain't fuckin with it if it come cheap nigga

I got out of jail on July 9th, spent the night in the Hotel

The next day I was in a new house, big body in the driveway - bitch I'm makin that mail

I told 'em the world'll see me in a minute

I went and got my weight up and graduated from broke to callin shots like a leuitenant

Now when I slide by people be lookin like who the fuck is that?

Jackers watchin but I'll be the first to show 'em where they luck is at

It ain't too wise to get to close to me

Cause when it get gangsta, you'll see me show you how it's 'ppose to be

I'm here to show my hustle when I get this bread

I don't give 'em the blues

I give 'em a brace around they neck from the way that I'm turnin heads