YungTurnUp

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