Berner, Styles P, B-Real - Turkey Bag lyrics

This feels great yeah

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 workin' the whip
You couldn't get up on it
I've been skrtin' off since
Nextels was chirpin' off
Lookin' 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 livin' for
Superstitious hand is itchin'
I'm 'bout to get it though
Can't trust niggas
The UZI is by the kitchen door
Be careful what you be wishin' for
Well to the well is empty, what is for?
Can't get nothin' from nothin'
I prove different though
But never say you gettin' the money
'cause they be snitchin' y'all

Hand fulls out the turkey bag
Move the pounds, blow the funds
You lookin' at the chosen ones
Hand fulls out the turkey bag
Never rat, love the silence
You lookin' at the golden ones
Hand fulls out the turkey bag, I'm loaded
I'ma throw 'em 20 pounds
Let 'em work with that
Hand fulls out the turkey bag
Long live the king, be a king
Word to the Jack

This shit is dreamy
Got me readin' 'bout Nefertiti
Bora Bora for a week when I leave Tahiti
Pimpin' 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 drips was sauce
Yeah, I burn nice and slow
Another million from the road
I'm tryna buy another home
I miss the Jack, big 40 on my lap
While I'm ridin' while the good keep dyin'
Half a pound to the neck
I'ma grind 'til I see the sunrise
We don't rest we don't even flex, nah
We just feel blessed to wake
Up in the mornin' and
Take another breath (Think about it)
Hand fulls out the turkey bag, I'm loaded
I'ma throw 'em 20 pounds
Let 'em work with that

Hand fulls out the turkey bag
Move the pounds, blow the funds
You lookin' at the chosen ones
Hand fulls out the turkey bag
Never rat, love the silence
You lookin' at the golden ones
Hand fulls out the turkey bag, I'm loaded
I'ma throw 'em 20 pounds
Let 'em work with that
Hand fulls out the turkey bag
Long live the king, be a king
Word to the Jack

Got my bottom bitch flippin' paper
On all the neighbors
Got the flavor like a Now N Later
Fuck a hater
Mind driftin' like a smoke cloud
When my loud lingers
Shattered, trippin' from the joint
Off in my fingers dead ringers
Rig slingers, no blue dreamers
Our packs gettin' fatter while
Your pockets gettin' leaner
Every pack a little cleaner
Lemoncello so much sweeter
Watch these bitches change up their demeanor
The grass is greener
A thousand lights, ladies bouncin' right
Astoundin' sight
If you lookin' for the doctor, got
To know you find him, 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'chu do
You could never be above me
I keep pushin' 'til the sun sets
Until the break of dawn
Concentrate, I'm dabbin' to the song
Mind gone

Hand fulls out the turkey bag
Move the pounds, blow the funds
You lookin' at the chosen ones
Hand fulls out the turkey bag
Never rat, love the silence
You lookin' at the golden ones
Hand fulls out the turkey bag, I'm loaded
I'ma throw 'em 20 pounds
Let 'em work with that
Hand fulls out the turkey bag
Long live the king, be a king
Word to the Jack