Turn Heads Lyrics - Dem Franchize Boyz

It be Young Lloyd and Dem Franchize Boyz 

We rippin' it hard in them old skool toyz 

Got my top down and my trunk out noise 

We turnin' heads now wen we turn em out 

Young Lloyd and Dem Franchize Boyz we rippin' it hard 

In them old skool toyz we turnin' heads 

She wanna kick it in my pimped out Chevrolet 

On 28's with the kandy paint 

Steady clippin' while I'm dippin' on the interstates 

Yeah she can't wait 

My top back with my beat down low 

Running round the city I don't know where to go 

I guess I pull up on strip and turn a couple heads 

A couple heads, turn a couple heads 

I'm in a 6 9 Chevy-verk tudahuk dunk 

Who we rhyme wit? Nigga who knows? 

Who I rhyme wit? Nigga two hoe's 

My girl got a girlfriend yeh I do the O's 

28's on the wip verse 

Wen I hit the block I turn heads like they nigga here 

I'm still rolling and the niggas still cruizing 

Hoe's dun chose n hoe's still choosing 

She wanna kick it in my pimped out Chevrolet 

On 28's with the kandy paint 

Steady clippin' while I'm dippin' on the interstates 

Yeah she can't wait 

My top back with my beat down low 

Running round the city I don't know where to go 

I guess I pull up on the strip and turn a couple heads 

A couple heads, turn a couple heads 

I bet you turn heads wen u step out the pimpin' 

Like your main course and all you hear is cameras flickin' 

She ain't like a real nigga she dun' really like a square 

In the bed turnin' heads like a bottle o' jon 

She got a nift on and she keep her hair fixed 

28 inches make it hard to stud a bitch 

She got a man but shawty want know 

She wana' fuck and really keep it on the low haha 

She wanna kick it in my pimped out Chevrolet 

On 28's with the kandy paint 

Steady clippin' while I'm dippin' on the interstates 

Yeah she can't wait 

My top back with my beat down low 

Running round the city I don't know where to go 

I guess I pull up on the strip and turn a couple heads 

A couple heads, turn a couple heads 

Women double take wen' they see me pushin' that foreign 

New skool' bubble but my old skool' colour orange 

Shoes from a distance wen' they see me cumin' up 

Old skool big block 28's mounted up 

Pull a stop arrh let the rim's spin 

Rim's spin so hard wheel 3 chicks in 

Yo we outi' 30 like were we goin'? 

On the E way destination unknown 

She wanna kick it in my pimped out Chevrolet 

On 28's with the kandy paint 

Steady clippin' while I'm dippin' on the interstates 

Yeah she can't wait 

My top back with my beat down low 

Running round the city I don't know where to go 

I guess I pull up on the strip and turn a couple heads 

A couple heads, turn a couple heads 

You can ride wit me shawtie no sense of direction 

Let me stick game to ya figure out your perfection 

Do you like the base knocking? Or the beat down low? 

Do you get real sloppy stroke, the meat real slow? 

Baby girl lemme know, so I know how to go 

I like it slow and sloppy I dun' told you once before 

Aye, make no mistakes, go on a dinner date 

Can't wait, can we get started on the interstate? 

She wanna kick it in my pimped out Chevrolet 

On 28's with the kandy paint 

Steady clippin' while I'm dippin' on the interstates 

Yeah she can't wait 

My top back with my beat down low 

Running round the city I don't know where to go 

I guess I pull up on the strip and turn a couple heads 

A couple heads, turn a couple heads 

All right 

Cos' all I need to know 

Is if your ridin' wit' me baby 

And anywhere we can go, my lady