Zach Wit Uh CK - Why Da Turkey Sip Wock? (feat. Donnie daYungin) Lyrics

Yeah, we back at it again, you know what I'm saying
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Gotta do it different every time. Can't let these niggas know not yet
Gotta do it to em, nigga. What they talking about

Niggaz always talking shit
Gotta show these niggas what we on
Right
Some new shit

Yes, sir
We on that. We on that
Yeah
C-K

Got me on the beat, nigga. Who else
What they talking about, nigga
Yes, sir
Who am I? Here I go

Let's get to it, man
Let's go
Uh, new to the bullshit
Nowadays, this shit don't even alarm me

Pull up like I'm Marjorie Chiha
And I pull up and I slaughter the army
Damn
Hold on

Niggaz don't even wanna dare me
Hold on
Niggaz know that it get scary
Hold on

Aight, hold up
Look
I switch it up
You already know

I gotta get it up on the court
Shit
Get it up off the floor
Niggaz know I'm coming through, kicking the door

Niggaz f*ck around, they get hit with the pole
Yeah
Niggaz don't want no more
Where y'all going

I ain't running home
Cry like a bitch named Little
I'm crying shit
I know it's rented, nigga

F*ck
Aight
Niggaz know I do this shit for simple
F*ck around, he get kicked in the dentsu

Niggaz know I gotta rock with someone mental
One day, these niggaz, they gon' remember the initials
They gon' remember the name on the title
All these niggaz looking up to their idols

They f*ck around and they look to their rivals
Huh
Trying to do the same
Niggaz be lame

Niggaz know the f*cking game
They gon' remember the name
DB, little bitch
Niggaz very f*cking lame

They always out here sounding the same
Yeah, pull up with the switch with the laser and the beam
And now they gon' aim
Yeah, you know I'm going aim

I be moving my shot like dame
F*ck with the jersey number, though
You got zero funds to your name
I'm in Houston all the time with killers

When I come at you, send me a chain
I mean, f*ck
Yeah, man, me snatch it
No, I don't hang around with a quitter

But I spend all my time with a ratchet
Yeah
And shoot three out this motherf*cking clip
Aye, Gilbert

That whole damn hatchet
Might run up to your f*cking crib
Sit a pack, bitch
I'm a real porch pirate

But I'm not from Pittsburgh
Niggaz know the south side
Nigga, I got a pole by the picture
Hold on

I don't need sip, Sarah
Give me the one
I don't need sip, Sarah
Give me the one

I don't need sip, Sarah
Give me the one
Get your shit up and your link up
You still using my old bars

You saying, bro, capture bullets like Cooper Cupp
Nigga talk shit about me and DB
Gonna f*ck around and just boot it up
Woo

CK
Yo
F*ck, nigga