TTU
Yep
It's Dirty Datnigahdirty
Let work
Huh
What what what
I'm so gone I'm so gone
Bitch I'm too turnt up
Bitch I'm so faded so faded
I'm too turned up
Thank god I made it
It's crazy
I'm too turned up for real
Huh huh
I'm so gone I'm so gone
Bitch I'm too turned up
Bitch I'm so faded so faded
I'm too turned up
Thank god I made it
It's crazy
I'm too turned up for real
What what what
Huh
Bad lil bitch
She throwing it back
Man knowing me
I be blowing my pack
Man knowing me
I be beating her back
I beat it I beat it I beat it I beat it
If you talking about this gwop
Hell yeah money
Man you know that I need it
I'm drunk as fuck
Off a fifth of that duse
It ain't no goose
But it's getting me loose
I drink shit straight
Don't need no juice
My shit one hundred
Don't need no proof
That lil bitch a thotty
That bitch ran through
Imma do me
I don't know about you
Trying to cop a new foreign
Trying to cop a new coupe
Have it all red
Something like SooWoo
Got a big truck
For my nigahs thats loaded up
With them nigahs
That's ready to shoot
My nigahs they steppas for real
They step in new balance
My nigahs
Ain't stepping in boots
My nigah you claiming you real
You claiming you solid
My nigah but where
Is the proof
I mean you claiming you real
You steady be lying
My nigah just tell me the truth
For real
Huh
I'm so throwed I'm so throwed
Nigga I'm too turned up
On God
I'm wasted I'm wasted
Like Gucci bruh
Thank God
I made it I made it
I'm too turned up
Huh
What huh
I'm so throwed I'm so throwed
Nigga I'm too turned up
On God
I'm wasted I'm wasted
Like Gucci bruh
Thank God
I made it I made it
I'm too turned up
Huh
No gunna I'm out of sight
I'm out of mind
Shot of the casa
Shot of the henny
And some cut water
No I ain't fine
Think I was better
Sipping the wok
High as fuck off of a line
Moving too fast
Heartbeat racing
Feel like Wayne
Feel like dying
Keep killing flows
And I ain't even trying
Long live k-swift
Yeah I feel like sliding
If it's my business you know that I mind it
We ain't the clipse
But nigga we grinding
Watch on wrist
And it's perfect timing
Looking too hard
But you can't find it
Cooking shit like a chef
At the top of the line
You gotta get yours
Cause imma get mine
Huh
Huh I'm so gone I'm so gone
Bitch I'm too turned up
Bitch I'm so faded so faded
I'm too turned up
Thank god my made it
It's crazy
I'm too turned up for real
What Huh
I'm so throwed I'm so throwed
Nigga I'm too turned up
On God
I'm wasted I'm wasted
Like Gucci bruh
Thank God
I made it I made it
I'm too turned up
Huh
Ohhh
Uhhh uhhh
Uhhh Uhhh Uhhh
Uhhh
Uhhh
Oh
We're back in our zone
(Yeah we back)
(Back in our zone)
Still the king of our thrones
(Still we the king)
(Of our thrones)
Forty four yeah we on
(Fourty four zero six yeah we on)
What we got yeah we own
(What we got)
(Yeah yeah we on what)
Wipe us down
(Wipe up wipe up us down)(What)
Sauce us up
(Sauce sauce sauce sauce)
(Sauce-in up what)
Wherever we go
(Wherever wherever we go)
We too turned up
It's Dirty Datnigahdirty
Let work
Huh
What what what
I'm so gone I'm so gone
Bitch I'm too turnt up
Bitch I'm so faded so faded
I'm too turned up
Thank god I made it
It's crazy
I'm too turned up for real
Huh huh
I'm so gone I'm so gone
Bitch I'm too turned up
Bitch I'm so faded so faded
I'm too turned up
Thank god I made it
It's crazy
I'm too turned up for real
What what what
Huh
Bad lil bitch
She throwing it back
Man knowing me
I be blowing my pack
Man knowing me
I be beating her back
I beat it I beat it I beat it I beat it
If you talking about this gwop
Hell yeah money
Man you know that I need it
I'm drunk as fuck
Off a fifth of that duse
It ain't no goose
But it's getting me loose
I drink shit straight
Don't need no juice
My shit one hundred
Don't need no proof
That lil bitch a thotty
That bitch ran through
Imma do me
I don't know about you
Trying to cop a new foreign
Trying to cop a new coupe
Have it all red
Something like SooWoo
Got a big truck
For my nigahs thats loaded up
With them nigahs
That's ready to shoot
My nigahs they steppas for real
They step in new balance
My nigahs
Ain't stepping in boots
My nigah you claiming you real
You claiming you solid
My nigah but where
Is the proof
I mean you claiming you real
You steady be lying
My nigah just tell me the truth
For real
Huh
I'm so throwed I'm so throwed
Nigga I'm too turned up
On God
I'm wasted I'm wasted
Like Gucci bruh
Thank God
I made it I made it
I'm too turned up
Huh
What huh
I'm so throwed I'm so throwed
Nigga I'm too turned up
On God
I'm wasted I'm wasted
Like Gucci bruh
Thank God
I made it I made it
I'm too turned up
Huh
No gunna I'm out of sight
I'm out of mind
Shot of the casa
Shot of the henny
And some cut water
No I ain't fine
Think I was better
Sipping the wok
High as fuck off of a line
Moving too fast
Heartbeat racing
Feel like Wayne
Feel like dying
Keep killing flows
And I ain't even trying
Long live k-swift
Yeah I feel like sliding
If it's my business you know that I mind it
We ain't the clipse
But nigga we grinding
Watch on wrist
And it's perfect timing
Looking too hard
But you can't find it
Cooking shit like a chef
At the top of the line
You gotta get yours
Cause imma get mine
Huh
Huh I'm so gone I'm so gone
Bitch I'm too turned up
Bitch I'm so faded so faded
I'm too turned up
Thank god my made it
It's crazy
I'm too turned up for real
What Huh
I'm so throwed I'm so throwed
Nigga I'm too turned up
On God
I'm wasted I'm wasted
Like Gucci bruh
Thank God
I made it I made it
I'm too turned up
Huh
Ohhh
Uhhh uhhh
Uhhh Uhhh Uhhh
Uhhh
Uhhh
Oh
We're back in our zone
(Yeah we back)
(Back in our zone)
Still the king of our thrones
(Still we the king)
(Of our thrones)
Forty four yeah we on
(Fourty four zero six yeah we on)
What we got yeah we own
(What we got)
(Yeah yeah we on what)
Wipe us down
(Wipe up wipe up us down)(What)
Sauce us up
(Sauce sauce sauce sauce)
(Sauce-in up what)
Wherever we go
(Wherever wherever we go)
We too turned up
Credits
Writer(s): Sherod Hogue
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