Turn Me Up
First 4 months Been Running shit up
Told you fuck wit us we'll put you onnnnn, Ha
Really boudda bag now
Prolly cus it only took hour To fuck the last one up
Half full or half empty, Either way Lil bitch
Pour me up
Know you hear my songs Stop playin, Gon head
Turn me up
Strechin out my legs Tryinna reach ya city
Then im runnin shit up
Crack head tendencies
Got me feelin like
I'll never have enough
Never played poker cus
A nigga cant bluff
Feelin Alcantara on my ass
Got me driving like im always inna rush
Lil money over there
Big money over here
Tell them broke boys
Hush
Aye
Light skin, green eyes
Orange dress, damn
Shawty really is my crush
Switching up the gears
Anytime i gotta come in clutch
Aye
Stay on beat even tho
Every time l record
It still feel like a rush
Aye
How you in the club throwin up
No bread no cheese
No sandwich
Lemme know if you gotta problem with me I got a way to make it vanish
Gettin so drunk in France Eiffel into dirty ass Paris
Je parle français un peu
But my latina got me
Stuck on Spanish
Que lo que puto
You dont want problems
You dont know how to manage
Spendin every bag
Movin round too much
To be carrying baggage
Cuts lookin crazy on
The chain on the ears
I should really getta bandage
Vegas dont rest
So why would I sleep
Im just tryinna take advantage
Fly so much
Ion even got time
To ever even plan it
Doin big things tryinna
Prove that a nigga
Really from another planet
Bars on frozone, summer time in Vegas but a nigga still needa get a jacket
No knife on my head but since 21 I really been a Savage
Just tryinna make a point please don't make me have to stab it
Bars im pushing too hot prolly why some niggas can't grasp it
Taxin for a verse now, thats what happens when you hit anotha bracket
Fuck going back and forth, tennis chains on in court still never held a racket
From the hood to the suberbs but the roots implanted, i can still get ratchet
Stuck in a Lucid dream turning what i want into i have it
Fuck the bar you set lemme get a rep lil nigga watch me snap it
Tryinna get a grip on the game need an AMG custom made with the 4 mattic
Know you hear my songs stop playin
Turn me up
Really boudda bag now
Prolly cus it only took hour
To fuck the last one up
Half full or half empty
Either way
Lil bitch
Pour me up
I know ya heard my songs
Stop playin
Gon head
Turn me up
Told you fuck wit us we'll put you onnnnn, Ha
Really boudda bag now
Prolly cus it only took hour To fuck the last one up
Half full or half empty, Either way Lil bitch
Pour me up
Know you hear my songs Stop playin, Gon head
Turn me up
Strechin out my legs Tryinna reach ya city
Then im runnin shit up
Crack head tendencies
Got me feelin like
I'll never have enough
Never played poker cus
A nigga cant bluff
Feelin Alcantara on my ass
Got me driving like im always inna rush
Lil money over there
Big money over here
Tell them broke boys
Hush
Aye
Light skin, green eyes
Orange dress, damn
Shawty really is my crush
Switching up the gears
Anytime i gotta come in clutch
Aye
Stay on beat even tho
Every time l record
It still feel like a rush
Aye
How you in the club throwin up
No bread no cheese
No sandwich
Lemme know if you gotta problem with me I got a way to make it vanish
Gettin so drunk in France Eiffel into dirty ass Paris
Je parle français un peu
But my latina got me
Stuck on Spanish
Que lo que puto
You dont want problems
You dont know how to manage
Spendin every bag
Movin round too much
To be carrying baggage
Cuts lookin crazy on
The chain on the ears
I should really getta bandage
Vegas dont rest
So why would I sleep
Im just tryinna take advantage
Fly so much
Ion even got time
To ever even plan it
Doin big things tryinna
Prove that a nigga
Really from another planet
Bars on frozone, summer time in Vegas but a nigga still needa get a jacket
No knife on my head but since 21 I really been a Savage
Just tryinna make a point please don't make me have to stab it
Bars im pushing too hot prolly why some niggas can't grasp it
Taxin for a verse now, thats what happens when you hit anotha bracket
Fuck going back and forth, tennis chains on in court still never held a racket
From the hood to the suberbs but the roots implanted, i can still get ratchet
Stuck in a Lucid dream turning what i want into i have it
Fuck the bar you set lemme get a rep lil nigga watch me snap it
Tryinna get a grip on the game need an AMG custom made with the 4 mattic
Know you hear my songs stop playin
Turn me up
Really boudda bag now
Prolly cus it only took hour
To fuck the last one up
Half full or half empty
Either way
Lil bitch
Pour me up
I know ya heard my songs
Stop playin
Gon head
Turn me up
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