Turn up, turn up, turn up
Turn up, turn up, turn up, turn up, turn up, turn up, turn up
Turn up, turn up, turn up, turn up, turn up, turn up, turn up, turn up
Turn up, turn up, turn up, turn up, turn up, turn up, turn up, turn up
Turn up, turn up, turn up, turn up, turn up, turn up, turn up, turn up
Turn up, turn up, turn up, turn up, turn up, turn up, turn up, turn up
Jungle block got thrown
Pull up myself, keep on going
If you know I am getting guwop by now
Turn up
Got 30 shots and this in and you got that
Turn up
These fuck boys know where I come from
That O game bitch ain’t no game bitch, ain’t worried bout none
Dolla thigh got a pom pom
And I’m almighty so so you know that all my fellow
First 4 keys, 2’s for a pound of weed
My niggas in the field always blowing up my G
Everybody blunt, steady growing over me
I just hit a pint of lean, I just put my own to sleep
Ye ain’t know how hard as streets that’s me
I get so much money that these niggas mad at me
I’m too busy at a time picked
All yall foe a nigga out of me