Fuego, Hellion, CRIIS SOSA, Don Holiday - TURNMEUPP! lyrics

(Aye, Ight, here we go)
(Huh, what, Let’s go)

Pack so gas, too fast how it sold out
I’ll whoop yo ass if you
Coming for the rollout big down south
Mayne they know it from the gold mouth
Going downtown just to check
A couple hoes out

Rolling one time
Ain’t ashamed of how it go down
Did it for the grind legs be
Shaking ‘for they go down
Showed em how to break it records
Shaking like they fold now
I ain’t never playin ‘bout a bitch
Or ‘bout a hoe now
I just wanna drink, I just wanna roll
I just wanna smoke, I just wanna ‘po



I just wan’ take some molly at the show
Know I’m valid breaking ‘Bo’s for the low
I got the hook up, it’s ten for the show
Just give me half if you want that boy gone
Put bags on they head
Lеave these spеakers alone
I’m going too hard
I might burn up you’re phone

Selling that boof by the ‘Bo
Make you look bad
Lead coming straight for the dome
Make em look back
This bitch ask for chances
The fuck in that big bag?
Like big beezy said
What you got in that book bag?

I just be talking a lot
But, I talk with a Glock
While my boys ‘finna talk on the clock
Raising you’re hand if you’ve
Been on that block
Out here be slanging that rock, and
We poppin alot
I might just pop at these coppers
These choppas with me hitting proper
I’m still on my fuck shit
Got Glocks for you’re mama
These bitches gon’ flock when
I’m poppin my collar i swear I been ready
Still sleep wit a choppa’
I’m propping it up, standing all on my commas
I let it off if you talking that drama
Never been soft
But, I been ‘bout these dollars

You tired of hearin me turn me up louder (uh)
(Turn me up) turn me up louder
(Turn me up, Turn me up, Turn me up)
They gon’ Turn me up louder (uh)
(Turn me up, Turn me up, Louder)

Turn me up louder
I got rich off of the powder
They think I’m drowning in power
Drippin’ in Prada
I talk my shit for the starter
These sticks in the whip ridin hotter
I send a blick to you’re father
It count as a hit from the water (Got em)
Spot ‘em and hit bout a problem (Got em)
Send out them bricks for the commas
(Want em) hold on, yea

Goin back mayne y’all can’t fuck with me
And these bitches see the guns
Wanna come wit me like I’m yak, if it’s up
Then it’s stuck with me
You don’t wanna get too rough
Den wassup with it (Bitch)
Goin back mayne y’all can’t fuck with me
And these bitches see the guns
Wanna come wit me like I’m yak, if it’s up
Then it’s stuck with me
You don’t wanna get too rough
Den wassup with it (Bitch)

(Come on we straight)

What’s in my blick? That’s a 556
Them boys ain’t rich so
They been gettin pissed
Water my wrist, I sensei you’re bitch
You digging your ditch when
You pleadin the fith

You Won’t tell a lie
But, you won’t tell the truth
I act like a fool
Drippin sauce out the booth
These diamonds my tooth, hella odd homie
Poof
Stupid as fuck when I’m back in the coup

Whip it around show ‘em what we gon’ do
Knuck if you buck, but I know you won’t shoot
These diamonds too rough put them
Back in the pool
I bool in the cut, Cooking up in the school

Pack so gas, too fast how it sold out
I’ll whoop yo ass if you
Coming for the rollout big down south
Mayne they know it from the gold mouth
Going downtown just to check
A couple hoes out

Rolling one time
Ain’t ashamed of how it go down
Did it for the grind legs be
Shaking ‘for they go down
Showed em how to break it records
Shaking like they fold now
I ain’t never playin ‘bout a bitch
Or ‘bout a hoe now
I just wanna drink, I just wanna roll
I just wanna smoke, I just wanna ‘po
I just wan’ take some molly at the show
Know I’m valid breaking ‘Bo’s for the low