Turning corners

Switching lanes and turning corners bitch, I’m turning corners.
switching lanes and turning corners bitch, im switching lanes.
Switching lanes and turning corners bitch, I’m turning corners.
switching lanes and turning corners bitch, I’m switching lanes.
I’m in the V Twizzy, turning corner through my city.
Switching lanes getting brain, ain’t a dam thing change.
Jump about the Jeep, time to swoop in the coupe.
Always riding Dolo so I stay out the loop.
Stuntings just a hobby making money’s my religion.
Bagging breeze’s is easy, chronic easing my tension.
Parking lot Pimpin, this hammer got me limping.
So I checked the scenery for you suckers that Simpin.
Out of state plates observation, I’m out of my element.
Now I’m back up in the V Twizzy.
getting back to what’s relevant.
Switching lanes and turning corners bitch, I’m turning corners.
switching lanes in turning corners bitch, im switching lanes.
switching lanes and turning corners bitch, I’m turning corners.
switching lanes and turning corners bitch, I’m switching lanes.
Diamond in the back, sun rooftop.
leaning to the side, while I’m getting some mouth.
Here come the cops bitch stop. 
I ain’t trying to get caught. 
I’m a getaway driver, escaping at all cost.
Perelli‘s on my inky’s and them shit’s run flat.
Plus the inner cooling system on top of my scat pack. 
Im steady leaning while I’m driving got them cops far behind me.
Keep the pedal to the metal, until they can’t find me.
Switching lanes to turning corners.
bitch, I’m turning corners.
switching lanes and turning corners. bitch, I’m switching lanes.
switching lanes and turning corners.
Bitch, I’m turning corners. 
Switching lanes and turning corners.
Bitch, I’m switching lanes.

Trap