Turn Me Up

I got a bad b*tch with a fat ass
I rub it to see how it feel
She give me flashbacks when her ass clap
I thought a n*gga was on a drill
I need them commas them commas them commas (yeah)
Love how it feel
And this 2.5 I can't walk without it
I only put trust in my steel

I said all the way, turn me up
I had to get it young n*gga
I had to go run up them bucks (yeah)
I need them commas on commas on commas
I cannot put trust in a sl*t, no
I said all the way, turn me up

B*tches and bottles, she love me she swallow
She lovin' the drip (yeah)
And these diamonds dancin', that boy so handsome
Oh no you can't do it like this
I can't trust a n*gga, I can't walk without it
So a n*gga gotta stay with a stick
I got big knots in my pocket
So it look like I walk with a limp
I don't show love I ain't got a heart
I wear Chrome Heart n*gga
And there's no keys sh*t push-start
Sh*t came from the dealer
I don't know numbers I don't pick up
Get you lined by a stripper
Then she give me throat and I don't tip her
That's yo h*e I probably hit her
I used to play ball, yeah
But my ball turned into a tech
I got shooters on the payroll
They violent they'll come at yo neck
I cannot settle for less, young n*gga
Like Nike gotta get to a check
N*ggas be all for the net
See em' in person like Keith they be bussin' a sweat

I say said all the way, turn me up
I had to get it young n*gga
I had to go run up them bucks (yeah)
I need them commas on commas on commas
I cannot put trust in a sl*t, no
I said all the way, turn me up

B*tches and bottles, she love me she swallow
She lovin' the drip (yeah)
And these diamonds dancin', that boy so handsome
Oh no you can't do it like this
I can't trust a n*gga, I can't walk without it
So a n*gga gotta stay with a stick
I got big knots in my pocket
So it look like I walk with a limp

(All the way, all the way
All the way, all the way
All the way, all the way
All the way)



Credits
Writer(s): Christopher Bahamontes
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