HeebzStreet - Turnt Up [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Intro]
Swag. Swag. Swag. Swag
Aw shit. It's Plan B! Woooooo

[Verse 1]
Im the muhfucking man, I ain't tryna brag son
With my homies getting drunker than a bitch (drunker than a bitch)
While I’m tryna bag one, where you at girl
Im hypnotized by those hips and thighs
So is you getting right? I’m tryna hit tonight
And i'ma get my ride and when we get inside
I’m getting brain like it's my job!
Oh shit I had work, work, guess im taking off work
While this girl taking off her shirt
Everybody I’m hurt, hurt, smoking on purp
We gon' party till we hear the birds chirp
Muhfucka' I’m numb off of strong yak, dumb off of cognac
Doing every drug combined
I got bali in the back pack, puffing on a black act
Like im going outta my mind. I’m like uhhhh
I be feeling like a man when I’m rolling my weed
Why does everybody gas me up? Well I’m rollin on E
It’s all good man pass the cup, you trashed as fuck
What you sippin on? Cap, that classic stuff
Then I listened to him talk, yo that was tough
So I reached for a pill, their like that’s enough. I’m like NO!
I think I know my limit that’s for certain
On second thought you might be right I’m fucking hurting
I Gotta habit plus ambition so I’m working
When your cutting lines youll find me right behind you lurking

[Hook]
Everytime you see me bitch I’m turnt up
We got the dutches so you know we bouta burn up
If it ain't about the dough it don’t concern us
We money earners, Got my music turnt up
Turnt UP Turnt UP, Homie, I Be, Turnt up
Turnt UP Turnt UP, Homie, I Be, Turnt up
Turnt UP Turnt UP, Homie, I Be, Turnt up
Turnt UP Turnt UP, Homie, I Be, Turnt up

[Verse 2]
Beat night in the burbs, drunk driving getting high
If you near me you can hear me swerve. Shit I hope I don’t die
I don’t needa go to rehab homie don’t ever go there
I'ma do me so I really don’t care
I’m tryna get signed. Did you know that?
I been waiting on my time, where the Hublot at?
These haters thinking that i'm finna flop, no way
Boy I won't stop until I pop rose
Hand me the ciroc, smoke pot all day
I'ma take another shot, plus I got jose
And a little bit of yak to help me down that jack
Got a girl to ride my dick cause I’m so laid back
Plus I’ll be rich and her job pay wack
I ain't superman bitch like the Eminem rap
So uhhhhhh. Man i'm really fucked up
Out the cut 'bout to go buck
Jolly Ranchers at the bottom of my cup
If you never gave a fuck then throw your hands up
I'm getting real drunk so i'm bound to do stupid shit
If you getting trashed to then cruise to this
I'ma little something like snoop fused with Wiz
Bitch I’m turnt up higher than my music is!
What you tryna be a new boy, why you jerkin it?
Cause I’m with your bitch and I’m inserting it
That ass so fat look what she twerkin with
Man I killed tht bottle now I’m hurt as shit

[Hook]