Aye you feel me?
Like we gonna make this shit some, nahmean, some dope shit, like improv shit
Like
Uh, yung, yung, turn up
Yung, yung, yung, turn up
Yung, yung, yung, turn up
Yung, yung, yung, turn up
Yung, yung, yung, turn up
Yung, yung, yung, turn up
Yung, yung, yung, turn up
Yung, yung, yung
[Verse 1: RetcH]
What to know what happen hen you cross me?
Bang, bang, no Chief Keef
[?] Shorty K from the Chi’
And my nigga [?] Dollar, that’s my mother fucking guy
Yea we in the fucking in the booth getting mother fucking high
Off a cup of purp feeling mother fucking right
Really off the purp, I ain’t say it cause it rhyme
Yea these fucking rap niggas don’t live a life of crime
But I’m still up and running cause I’m still up in coming
So everything you talking about you did it, bruh, I does it
Do it, do it, I mother fucking do it
Riding no L’s making stops in a Buick
Everything I made last night, bruh, I blew it
Fuck it, think about some days that I couldn’t
Pull my dick out and I made the bitch do it
When she swore up and down on the cross that she wouldn’t
Ha, now you going to Hell bitch
Remember all them fucking cold nights in the cell bitch
You know how it feel to wake up in the cell bitch?
So when I’m on my bully don’t be thinking I’m selfish
Nah bitch, cause I know what I dealt with
Talking out your lip like you’re trying to get dealt with
These other niggas crabs, I ain’t fucking with shellfish
Thinking I’m a rapper but [?]
[Hook: RetcH and (Da$H)]
Yung, yung, yung, turn up
(It’s thaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaat)
Yung, yung, yung, turn up
Yung, yung, yung, turn up
(It’s thaaaaaaaaat)
Yung, yung, yung, turn up
(Yung, yung, yung, turn up)
Yung, yung, yung, turn up
Turn up
Turn up (Turn up)
Turn up
(Turn up)
Turn up
(Turn up)
Turn up
(Turn up)
(Yeah) Turn up
(So)
[Verse 2: Da$H]
Volume on zero, nigga talking ‘bout he turnt up
Perc’ in my purp nigga ‘bout to get slurped up
Burnt nigga from the turf
Chump wavy mother fucker hoes talking ‘bout surf’s up
Flier than yesterday, higher than yesterday
Running through my enemies seeing who next to pay
Blunt in my mouth, see which bitch next to lay next to me
Long as her head is especially good
Rolling up a Backwood
Like you should and I’m high as hell
Know why it sell
Shouts out to Q
[?] twenty two [?]
And they blowing lines, popping pills
Drop a ounce in the Rémy so they know it’s real
Ho went down on me like a Navy SEAL
No coming up for air, thought she had the gills
So I put the rail away and I skated
Y.N.R.E. what I’m claiming
Prescriptions got me sedated
[?] on the calender so bitch we ain’t dating
Fuck is you saying
Talking that you better than who?
Fuck being a crip, but your [?] only time a young nigga catching the blues
H’s
[Hook: RetcH]
Yung, yung, yung, turn up
Yung, yung, yung, turn up
Yung, yung, yung, turn up
Yung, yung, yung, turn up
Turn up, turn up, turn up, turn up
Turn up, turn up, turn up, turn up
Yung, Yung, Yung, turn up
[Verse 3: Shorty K]
Swag, swag, swag, swag
Yo
Ok
All I know is getting cash bitch
Fucking hoes and hitting Saks Fifth
These niggas hate and I love that shit
Stay off my dick cause it’s CO bitch
I’m on paper so I’m on the drops
But I’m on this paper, that’s why I own the drop
I’m ‘bout that bitch, take a photo op
Off lean I move like RoboCop
Nigga why see bald, CNT
Bitch give me head, DDT
She fuck me good then roll my tree
And she got a man, EVE
My neck hurt, this big chain
I’m a little nigga with that big change
Niggas think that I’m a quick stain
And just put the chop on my bitch name
I’m swagging out in them red bottoms
I keep spikes, mixed game
In the club with a hundred bottles
Standing on the couch, Rick James
Turnt up with my [?] niggas
Foreign bitch, she a Euro, nigga
Only thing I fear is that bureau, nigga
Ho try me, and you’re a mural, nigga
Uh
[Outro: Da$H]
That’s that work
