Turkey bags and scales (feat. Royal Blew)

Turkey bags, scales, folks got bales

Good gas bags, and the shit off the sale

We came for the hoes, but you can get hoes in your clothes

We ain't going fishing, but, we got them poles

One to your chest like the moes, yelling out free all the bros

Pimp, trap, makin, stacks

I chase cash, money, niggas straight like that

Peoria, Illinois, that's where I'm from

Where if your son 13, better get him a gun

If you don't, I'm gon' tell you this

Well, funerals hurt worse than losin a bitch

Turkey bags, scales, folks got bales

Good gas bags, and the shit off the sale

We came for the hoes, but you can get hoes in your clothes

We ain't going fishing, but, we got them poles

One to your chest like the moes, yelling out free all the bros

Pimp, trap, makin, stacks

I chase cash, money, niggas straight like that

Peoria, Illinois, that's where I'm from

Where if your son 13, better get him a gun

If you don't, I'm gon' tell you this

Well, funerals hurt worse than losin a bitch

I just wanna get high, wake up every day fly

You ain't fucking, bitch, bye

I'm like that till I die

I'm on the east side of my city

Got a ho on each side of my city

Tryna put a three-five in a mini

I'm like, I just wanna get high

Wake up every day fly

You ain't fucking, bitch, bye

I'm like that till I die

I'm on the east side of my city

Got a ho on each side of my city

Tryna put a three-five in a mini

Dope

Turkey bags, scales, folks got bales

Good gas bags, and the shit off the sale

We came for the hoes, but you can get hoes in your clothes

We ain't going fishing, but, we got them poles

One to your chest like the moes, yelling out free all the bros

Pimp, trap, makin, stacks

I chase cash, money, niggas straight like that

Peoria, Illinois, that's where I'm from

Where if your son 13, better get him a gun

If you don't, I'm gon' tell you this

Well, funerals hurt worse than losin a bitch