Turn It Out - Milla, Iamsu!

Bitch it’s your time

And it’s good

Got a big ol' ass like you should

B-bitch it’s your time

And it’s good

Every time I see your ass in my hood

Drop drop it low

T-to the ground

Pi-pi-pick it up slow then turn around

M-make it clap

Th-th-that's the sound

Ass up, face down, go girl turn it out

I’mma tell a bitch straight like that

Why you over here late like that?

If you ain’t fuckin', you ain’t suckin', you ain’t throwin' out the pussy

Bitch I knock it out the stadium, veteran not a rookie

Cut the cake and the cookie

Execution

Put her face in the movie then pass the bitch off to Susie, God

I pray for your forgiveness if I’m out of line

If it’s sixty minutes then she out of time

When I put a mag out she almost ran out

Had to pin her to her man’s couch 'til she passed out

Wake up screamin' fuck her man while we in her man house

If she thinkin' I’mma keep her she runnin' the wrong route

Rather she go south

And fill up her whole mouth

Do chin-ups and deepthroat

Then zip it like pea-coats

Don’t tell nobody

If my bitch find out you don’t want that kind of party, no

Turn it out

Tur-tur-turn it out

Turn it out

Tur-tur-turn it out

Turn it out

Tur-tur-turn it out

Ass up, face down, go girl turn it out

Yeah, get money, stay trill

Ferragamo belt cost eight bills

Young nigga ball like Patty Mills

Stop hatin' on me, let a nigga live

Long afro, no braids

And my current girl go both ways

I’m starin' at the sun homie, no shades

So I can’t see you broke hoes anyway

I’m in the game like EA

Sold out shows nigga, each state

Shorty from Atlanta, that’s the Peach State

Show her how to make bands, no cheesecake

Yeah, hit it 'til the spring break

A whole bunch of girls like spring break, yeah

I was a broke boy but things change

I could show you baby boys like Ving Rhames

Turn it out

Tu-tu-turn it out

Goddamn!