Young Trez, Gunna - Can't Turn My Back lyrics

(Timmy the mothafuckin' hitman)

I got a real demeanor (Young Gunna)
Roll up the cookie, we love to smoke reefer
Fuck what you heard
It ain't cheaper to keep her
I always stay fresh like I'm
Fresh out the cleaners (Fresh)
V neck, used to rock a wife beater (Neck)
Step on a Leer and I pour up a liter (yeah)
I used to go shopping at on Peter (Fly)
Now I drip sauce, I done jumped off the meter
(Drip)
I'm always gon' keep me a heater (yeah)
I'm always gon' sit back
Count up with my feet up (Count)
Count up some racks bottom
Look like a cheetah
And I want 10 thousand dollars a feature
My bro get a slice of the pizza (Slice)
If Nechie get hungry, you know I'ma feed 'em
We rock with them choppers and rock with them
(Grrraa) hood, we got stripes like Adidas
You get the whole clip if you want it
(Grrraa) i wanna look up and see my opponent
All of that sucker shit, we don't condone it
(No) you niggas ain't living
You live for the moment (yeah)
That shit that you did, we done done it
(Done it) we sellin' out shows and
You still gettin' fronted (Fronted)
I want you to talk tough when
I see you in public (Shhh)
I set you up, get you whacked for the money

Oh, no, can't turn my back on the bro
(Can't turn your back on your bro)
Oh, no, can't turn my back on the bro
(Can't turn your back on your bro)
Oh, no, can't turn my back on the bro
(Can't turn your back on your bro)
Oh, no, can't turn my back on the bro
(Can't turn your back on your bro)

Can't turn my back on the bro
(Back on your bro)
We get that pack by the low (yeah, yeah)
My loc cook the crack on the stove
(Crack on the stove)
Ain't no more crackin' the code (yeah, yeah)
We sell that pack 'til it gone (Gone)
All of this shit gon' be sold (yeah, yeah)
I do this shit for my woes (My woes)
You know it's bros over hoes (yeah, yeah)

I come from the trenches, I'm winning
(For real)
Everything that I got on be trending
(See it?)
I be watching these niggas pretending
(I see 'em)
He gon' come 'round me tryna be friendly
(Fake ass nigga)
Used to be on the ave sellin' rocks (All day)
I kept a Draco and a Glock ()
They tried to kill so they get popped
Thank the Lord that I got off that block
(Blessed)
I'll take a flight right overseas (For real)
Thank the haters 'cause they wanted to seize
(Nah) i'm ridin' on Rodeo Drive with the top
Down so you know I feel breeze
(Kick that shit)
I'm back at the Cleveland Ave on a
Light day with some trousers on
(Still posted)
I got so much tricks up my sleeve
The bitch think I played on Home Alone
(Man, come on, man)
You get in my way and you bound to get lost
(yeah) i come out the house and
I'm drippin' in sauce
The whole neighborhood gonna hear my exhaust
Since I was a youngin', I been a young boss
Don't turn your back on your bro for a ho
(Never do that) 'Cause they be the same ho
That send them fours
And have your ass down bad lookin' broke
(Have a nigga lookin' sick)

Oh, no, can't turn my back on the bro
(Can't turn your back on your bro)
Oh, no, can't turn my back on the bro
(Can't turn your back on your bro)
Oh, no, can't turn my back on the bro
(Can't turn your back on your bro)
Oh, no, can't turn my back on the bro
(Can't turn your back on your bro)

Can't turn my back on the bro
(Back on your bro)
We get that pack by the low (yeah, yeah)
My loc cook the crack on the stove
(Crack on the stove)
Ain't no more crackin' the code (yeah, yeah)
We sell that pack 'til it gone (Gone)
All of this shit gon' be sold (yeah, yeah)
I do this shit for my woes (My woes)
You know it's bros over hoes (yeah, yeah)

Oh, no, can't turn my back on the bro
(Can't turn your back on your bro)
Oh, no, can't turn my back on the bro
(Can't turn your back on your bro)
Oh, no, can't turn my back on the bro
(Can't turn your back on your bro)
Oh, no, can't turn my back on the bro
(Can't turn your back on your bro)