"Turn It Up Then" lyrics
Hey, hey, hey Mike G, turn it up then
My heart been gone since a youngin, I can't love shit
Yeah, yeah, gang just pulled up to the show, who brought the drums in?
I'm famous now, so ain't nothing getting snuck in
You feel me? Bringin mine in or I ain't coming
If her bag is not proper, no I ain't humping
My suckers scared to get a bag, they gon' remain bummy
Walked in this bitch with fifty-thou in diamonds, I ain't chain tucking
Poodle niggas be the first to get poo'd
Don't aim for kids, but several times we got it brackin by that school
I'm on they block with blick that got skits on this, She ain't knew
Real steppers this bitch act like she ain't knew, this fully stick to me like glue
We popped out with all fullies if the hots present
I can't name a time my suckers spin'd on me, they are not steppers
Hot boys, got these niggas sweating, we apply pressure
Was slidin 'round with a hundred when I couldn't find a vector
45 shots with me, Gen 5 sticking out my sweater
Bend this block without some shit on you, that is not clever
Yeah, we up like three on my suckers, think we got leverage
Hey, let me out, let's see who pop it better (Gzz)
2100 block, don't gotta speak on it, you know who dropped that hundred shots
The bummy in my chop I had was special, I ain't want the Glock
Yeah, yeah he don't even janky, got him leaning like I'm sipping
Like I'm sipping wock? Presidential watch
Going down in history, yeah, we the ones that end the mobb
Shots tore his torso up, he look like a fish when he fly
Lil bro got up close and shot up with aggression, he finished the job
Didn't have to slide, my opps was dead when I came home
Famous shit, wake up next to models with my chain on
Not finna worry 'bout no block that we left graves on
You keep playing with my baggage, bitch, G's you gon' make a nigga hate home
Bro needed saving, only time I threw my cape on
Dropped dub on my opp and missed them all, I think my aim gone
Distrokid don't make what? Fuck you think I'm getting paid for?
All-white Balenciaga runners, look like mayo
Flies, I hate those, seriously, bleed like I bleed
So ain't no human pumping fear in me
Top hat, I put the smoke in the pot and I stir the beat
You'll know I'm really about that action if you listen to me lyrically
Fuck it though, you said you tryna spin, that's what that bucket for
We got an understanding, she just pay me, I don't love this hoe
Bodies on our behalf, we some steppers, need a couple more
Yeah, ain't tryna kill then what you gunning for? (Gzz)
Hey, Mike G, turn it up then
My heart been gone since a youngin, I can't love shit
Yeah, yeah, gang just pulled up to the show, who brought the drums in?
I'm famous now, so ain't nothing getting snuck in
You feel me? Bringin mine in or I ain't coming
If her bag is not proper, no I ain't humping
My suckers scared to get a bag, they gon' remain bummy
Walked in this bitch with fifty-thou in diamonds, I ain't chain tucking
My heart been gone since a youngin, I can't love shit
Yeah, yeah, gang just pulled up to the show, who brought the drums in?
I'm famous now, so ain't nothing getting snuck in
You feel me? Bringin mine in or I ain't coming
If her bag is not proper, no I ain't humping
My suckers scared to get a bag, they gon' remain bummy
Walked in this bitch with fifty-thou in diamonds, I ain't chain tucking
Poodle niggas be the first to get poo'd
Don't aim for kids, but several times we got it brackin by that school
I'm on they block with blick that got skits on this, She ain't knew
Real steppers this bitch act like she ain't knew, this fully stick to me like glue
We popped out with all fullies if the hots present
I can't name a time my suckers spin'd on me, they are not steppers
Hot boys, got these niggas sweating, we apply pressure
Was slidin 'round with a hundred when I couldn't find a vector
45 shots with me, Gen 5 sticking out my sweater
Bend this block without some shit on you, that is not clever
Yeah, we up like three on my suckers, think we got leverage
Hey, let me out, let's see who pop it better (Gzz)
2100 block, don't gotta speak on it, you know who dropped that hundred shots
The bummy in my chop I had was special, I ain't want the Glock
Yeah, yeah he don't even janky, got him leaning like I'm sipping
Like I'm sipping wock? Presidential watch
Going down in history, yeah, we the ones that end the mobb
Shots tore his torso up, he look like a fish when he fly
Lil bro got up close and shot up with aggression, he finished the job
Didn't have to slide, my opps was dead when I came home
Famous shit, wake up next to models with my chain on
Not finna worry 'bout no block that we left graves on
You keep playing with my baggage, bitch, G's you gon' make a nigga hate home
Bro needed saving, only time I threw my cape on
Dropped dub on my opp and missed them all, I think my aim gone
Distrokid don't make what? Fuck you think I'm getting paid for?
All-white Balenciaga runners, look like mayo
Flies, I hate those, seriously, bleed like I bleed
So ain't no human pumping fear in me
Top hat, I put the smoke in the pot and I stir the beat
You'll know I'm really about that action if you listen to me lyrically
Fuck it though, you said you tryna spin, that's what that bucket for
We got an understanding, she just pay me, I don't love this hoe
Bodies on our behalf, we some steppers, need a couple more
Yeah, ain't tryna kill then what you gunning for? (Gzz)
Hey, Mike G, turn it up then
My heart been gone since a youngin, I can't love shit
Yeah, yeah, gang just pulled up to the show, who brought the drums in?
I'm famous now, so ain't nothing getting snuck in
You feel me? Bringin mine in or I ain't coming
If her bag is not proper, no I ain't humping
My suckers scared to get a bag, they gon' remain bummy
Walked in this bitch with fifty-thou in diamonds, I ain't chain tucking
