Turnt Me Up

Nigga, rain on her, uh, nigga, I'ma turn me up
Nigga, hangin' up on the kids, nigga, I'ma turn me up
I had to pop off, show them niggas, them niggas done turned me up
I spent three hundred on a line, you niggas can't get a cut
It's like ten carats, every dime, them niggas done turned me up
Just walked in Neiman, blew a dime and I ain't give a fuck (fuck)
I hit his ho, he made me mad, these niggas done turned me up
I book your flight and blow them racks, that nigga ain't talkin' 'bout nothin'
I flew to Cali, bought a box of streets, them turned me up
And you can't pull no more them scams, they done burnt them up
Just spent like sixty on a car, I'm trappin' out a duck
Ain't no way the low gone, they fresh out the truck
I missed the DM with the tab, he thought I sold him T.U.G. (yeah)
I got a low, then from Houston, fresh up out the tub (I got a)
An ugly bitch up on the road, she look like a pug
I told lil' bro, "Don't fly them bags" and he look like a thug
If you gon' go get 'em tonight, then you can make a dub
He got a stick on the address, you think he signed a thug
You talkin' 'bout takin' somethin' from me, bitch, can you take a slug?
I got a gun smaller, two fingers with me in the club (I got a)
He keep on askin', "Is it candy?" I ain't smoke a bud (dude)
Country boys just bought like thirty bags and I ain't even budged (dude)
I had to pop off, show them niggas, them niggas done turned me up
I spent three hundred on a line, you niggas can't get a cup
It's like ten carats, every dime, them niggas done turned me up
Just walked in Neiman, blew a dime and I ain't give a fuck (fuck)
I hit his ho, he made me mad, these niggas done turned me up
I book your flight and blow them racks, that nigga ain't talkin' 'bout nothin'
I flew to Cali, bought a box of streets, them turned me up
And you can't pull no more them scams or they done burnt them up
You was goin' to Sunday school and I was really thuggin' (thuggin')
It was dry around my way, I still made a plug (I made a plug)
You ain't been up out the way, but you still hollain' "Cuz"
He keep his panties up his ass, boy, your ass a G.O.A.T. (bitch)
He throwin' tassels on his period, he must be a blood
I saw the wrist and those tapin' lil' friends like, "He must be the plug" (dug)
Nigga, even Einstein couldn't even add me up (I'm God)
And every time I hit the counter, it wasn't nothin' but love (bitch)
Them weak-ass racks, he probably need a blunt to get above
If that low gon' drop today, nigga, it ain't no tellin' (I know)
I pay six hundred for a wig, I like my bitches sexy (I'm God)
I was really on some gangster shit while you was watchin' Bentley (nigga)
I had to pop out, showed 'em, nigga, them niggas done turned me up
I spent three hundred on a line, you niggas can't get a cut
It's like ten carats, every dime, them niggas done turned me up
Just walked in Neiman, blew a dime and I ain't givin' fuck (fuck)
I hit his ho, he made me mad, these niggas done turned me up
I book your flight and blow them racks, that nigga ain't talkin' 'bout nothin'
I flew to Cali, bought a box, the streets done turned me up
And you can't pull no more them scams 'cause they done burnt them up