turnup
Fucking this hoe it got me turned up
In my body is filled with bloody punch
I just put some wok in my cup
I'm so high it's too much
Just popped the perc, boot up
Yeah this hoe is sus
I'm like what's up yeah she eat me like a lunch
Yeah walk around with a blick
Fucking with this bitch she listening to kiss
Walk in the store yeah i'm fucking high on the tris
Finna hit a lick
With some motherfucking rockstar we don't care about the law
Come on bae i'm on the block
Run up on them with the motherfucking Glock
Turn you into dust
Kill switch, my fucking Glock got a switch
Fuck this hoe i'm mad rich
I'd be rocking all the show
Rocking out my pole
Rocking out with my soul
I don't know why he came for
I don't know what he came for
But i came around with a blick
Yeah be rocking on designer clothes
And i'm fucking cold
Run around with my cult
Fucking that bitch no clothes
I don't know why he came for
He came with a glick, he came with a stick, he came with a
Fucking this hoe it got me turned up
In my body is filled with bloody punch
I just put some wok in my cup
I'm so high it's too much
Just popped the perc, boot up
Yeah this hoe is sus
I'm like what's up yeah she eat me like a lunch
Yeah walk around with a blick
Fucking with this bitch she listening to kiss
Walk in the store yeah i'm fucking high on the tris
Finna hit a lick
With some motherfucking rockstar we don't care about the law
Come on bae i'm on the block
Run up on them with the motherfucking Glock
Turn you into dust
In my body is filled with bloody punch
I just put some wok in my cup
I'm so high it's too much
Just popped the perc, boot up
Yeah this hoe is sus
I'm like what's up yeah she eat me like a lunch
Yeah walk around with a blick
Fucking with this bitch she listening to kiss
Walk in the store yeah i'm fucking high on the tris
Finna hit a lick
With some motherfucking rockstar we don't care about the law
Come on bae i'm on the block
Run up on them with the motherfucking Glock
Turn you into dust
Kill switch, my fucking Glock got a switch
Fuck this hoe i'm mad rich
I'd be rocking all the show
Rocking out my pole
Rocking out with my soul
I don't know why he came for
I don't know what he came for
But i came around with a blick
Yeah be rocking on designer clothes
And i'm fucking cold
Run around with my cult
Fucking that bitch no clothes
I don't know why he came for
He came with a glick, he came with a stick, he came with a
Fucking this hoe it got me turned up
In my body is filled with bloody punch
I just put some wok in my cup
I'm so high it's too much
Just popped the perc, boot up
Yeah this hoe is sus
I'm like what's up yeah she eat me like a lunch
Yeah walk around with a blick
Fucking with this bitch she listening to kiss
Walk in the store yeah i'm fucking high on the tris
Finna hit a lick
With some motherfucking rockstar we don't care about the law
Come on bae i'm on the block
Run up on them with the motherfucking Glock
Turn you into dust
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Writer(s): Yung Rider
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