Turk, an American rapper from New Orleans is back with a brand new record called "Zip It". It is set to appear on his upcoming mixtape 'Blame It On The System' hitting the streets sooner than later. The song features three quarters of the original Hot Boyz clique — Turk, Lil Wayne and Juvenile.
Listen below to Zip It by Turk and sing along with the Turk - Zip It lyric. Let us know what you think!
Turk Zip It Lyrics :-
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[Intro:]
It’s the YNT
We gon’ blame it on the system
Now, we gon’ blame it on the system
n-gga
[Hook (x2):]
Y’all n-ggas better zip it
Better zip your mouth
Show you what this street sh-t ‘bout
You in doubt?
We’ll set fire to your house
And murder everything running out
Y’all n-ggas better zip it
Better zip your mouth
Y’all n-ggas better zip it
Better zip your mouth
[Verse 1: Lil’ Wayne]
I’m sittin’ on the foot of the bed
Dime by my feet
The dick was too good
The b-tch still asleep
Since a pussy got lips
I guess you n-ggas could speak
You n-ggas bluffin’ like snow
You n-ggas just sleet
Okay, I stick to the G-Code
You stick to the zip code
Money tall like Benjamin Franklin on tiptoes
Your b-tch a blowfish
She swallow my fishing pole
I aim at your head
It’s coming off like stripper clothes
I f-ck with guerillas
Bust at the Feds
I bet your mouth can’t run
If I cut off your legs
I’m fly like a zipper
But that ain’t the point
My bullets fat as a joint
You hear it crack like a voice
I come to wet up the party
You n-ggas is garbage
Hollow tips on the cartridge
I let it rip through your cartilage
One number, three letters
Nine, A-K
Y’all n-ggas better zip it like YKK
[Hook]
[Verse 2:]
Y’all n-ggas better zip it, zip it, zip it
Y’all hoes been misrepresentin’
Ran n-ggas too long
YNT gon’ be there first
Y’all n-ggas thought we was gone?
You gotta be kiddin’
Watch what you say
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We catch everything out the air
Bare hand, no mitten
If my name get mentioned
By a n-gga we gon’ slay him
Catch ‘em broad day with your b-tch
A n-gga still gon’ spray him
What it cost to merk a snitch?
Ho, that’s cheap labor
If you survive these 50 shots
You was in God’s favor
Big guns
I’mma send your mom my condolences
But if she with you when I hit you
You know how us n-ggas from New Orleans is
Everybody get it
Everybody gon’ feel it
Nobody exempt
Every charge I got was a murder
In the booth, n-gga, ain’t no attempts
So I‘ll take shots, I’ll send ‘em
Got killers on standby
We gon’ take our lawyers ready to defend ‘em
Just havin’ thoughts of snitchin’
n-gga you in violation
So just the though of your snitchin’, b-tch, is
Annihilation, annihilation
[Hook]
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