Yeah, turn me up, don't turn me down, ayy, ayy, yeah
My opp block got more hoes in the cut than a motherf*ckin' strip club
This ARP I tote, it like to chop shit up and spin some
I done f*cked a hundred bad hoes, yeah, and then some
They done let the fours inside the door, it's time to blitz sum
I'm white, but please don't think I'm sweet, my GLOCK black and it's real tough
Yo bitch, she tried to set you up, but I ain't slide, you was with your newborn
I love the sound of gunfire, I swear that shit there turn me on
Turn me up, don't turn me down, this oil got me ready to hit some
This .556 done hit his face, he froze up, he can't say nothing
You like to steal the sneaky away, lil bruh, you ain't take nothing
I'm willing to wait as long as it take, get back, it ain't got a date
Pulled up with this ARP, hit him in the f*ckin' face, yeah
He can't f*ckin' taste, yeah, he can't f*ckin' smile, yeah
Y'all some f*ckin' clowns, y'all pussies like to play around
Don't think that you too far for me to get, you got killers in every town
We don't like to shoot up cribs no more, bitch, we gon' walk him down
I hit his ass up in his face just to see his mama frown
Yeah, just to see if mama frown, yeah
Back in school, you was class clown
I was comin' to school high as f*ck
Just lay my head down, uh
Bitch, it's 4, last nigga played, got hit in his throat
Bitch, you don't want no smoke, uh,
And your bitch, she wanna f*ck me on the low
I like the way she use her throat, BD bitch, I gotta throwin' up the four
They ain't wanna let us in, f*ck it, kick door
Say that he a rapper, we gon' book him for a show
Bitch, I'm steady spinnin', tryna up the motherf*ckin' score
I'ma spin behind my bro, know some youngins throwin' up four
Bitch, you pussy and we know you f*ckin' told, uh
I be switchin' flows, niggas dumb, they gon' crash behind these hoes
I'm chasin' money on the road, we get a pack, we ship it out, we tryna send another load
They talkin' 'bout changing, I'll never sell my soul
Thought we bros, that nigga had told
You told me a lie, you ain't never supposed to fold
I thought you was gangster when you get in that mode
I guess that's how it is when you sell your soul
Can't look at you the same, you'll never be bro
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Yeah, turn me up, don't turn me down, ayy, ayy, yeah
My opp block got more hoes in the cut than a motherf*ckin' strip club
This ARP I tote, it like to chop shit up and spin some
I done f*cked a hundred bad hoes, yeah, and then some
They done let the fours inside the door, it's time to blitz sum
I'm white, but please don't think I'm sweet, my GLOCK black and it's real tough
Yo bitch, she tried to set you up, but I ain't slide, you was with your newborn
I love the sound of gunfire, I swear that shit there turn me on
Turn me up, don't turn me down, this oil got me ready to hit some
This .556 done hit his face, he froze up, he can't say nothing
You like to steal the sneaky away, lil bruh, you ain't take nothing
I'm willing to wait as long as it take, get back, it ain't got a date
Pulled up with this ARP, hit him in the f*ckin' face, yeah
He can't f*ckin' taste, yeah, he can't f*ckin' smile, yeah
Y'all some f*ckin' clowns, y'all pussies like to play around
Don't think that you too far for me to get, you got killers in every town
We don't like to shoot up cribs no more, bitch, we gon' walk him down
I hit his ass up in his face just to see his mama frown
Yeah, just to see if mama frown, yeah
Back in school, you was class clown
I was comin' to school high as f*ck
Just lay my head down, uh
Bitch, it's 4, last nigga played, got hit in his throat
Bitch, you don't want no smoke, uh,
And your bitch, she wanna f*ck me on the low
I like the way she use her throat, BD bitch, I gotta throwin' up the four
They ain't wanna let us in, f*ck it, kick door
Say that he a rapper, we gon' book him for a show
Bitch, I'm steady spinnin', tryna up the motherf*ckin' score
I'ma spin behind my bro, know some youngins throwin' up four
Bitch, you pussy and we know you f*ckin' told, uh
I be switchin' flows, niggas dumb, they gon' crash behind these hoes
I'm chasin' money on the road, we get a pack, we ship it out, we tryna send another load
They talkin' 'bout changing, I'll never sell my soul
Thought we bros, that nigga had told
You told me a lie, you ain't never supposed to fold
I thought you was gangster when you get in that mode
I guess that's how it is when you sell your soul
Can't look at you the same, you'll never be bro
My opp block got more hoes in the cut than a motherf*ckin' strip club
This ARP I tote, it like to chop shit up and spin some
I done f*cked a hundred bad hoes, yeah, and then some
They done let the fours inside the door, it's time to blitz sum
I'm white, but please don't think I'm sweet, my GLOCK black and it's real tough
Yo bitch, she tried to set you up, but I ain't slide, you was with your newborn
I love the sound of gunfire, I swear that shit there turn me on
Turn me up, don't turn me down, this oil got me ready to hit some
This .556 done hit his face, he froze up, he can't say nothing
You like to steal the sneaky away, lil bruh, you ain't take nothing
I'm willing to wait as long as it take, get back, it ain't got a date
Pulled up with this ARP, hit him in the f*ckin' face, yeah
He can't f*ckin' taste, yeah, he can't f*ckin' smile, yeah
Y'all some f*ckin' clowns, y'all pussies like to play around
Don't think that you too far for me to get, you got killers in every town
We don't like to shoot up cribs no more, bitch, we gon' walk him down
I hit his ass up in his face just to see his mama frown
Yeah, just to see if mama frown, yeah
Back in school, you was class clown
I was comin' to school high as f*ck
Just lay my head down, uh
Bitch, it's 4, last nigga played, got hit in his throat
Bitch, you don't want no smoke, uh,
And your bitch, she wanna f*ck me on the low
I like the way she use her throat, BD bitch, I gotta throwin' up the four
They ain't wanna let us in, f*ck it, kick door
Say that he a rapper, we gon' book him for a show
Bitch, I'm steady spinnin', tryna up the motherf*ckin' score
I'ma spin behind my bro, know some youngins throwin' up four
Bitch, you pussy and we know you f*ckin' told, uh
I be switchin' flows, niggas dumb, they gon' crash behind these hoes
I'm chasin' money on the road, we get a pack, we ship it out, we tryna send another load
They talkin' 'bout changing, I'll never sell my soul
Thought we bros, that nigga had told
You told me a lie, you ain't never supposed to fold
I thought you was gangster when you get in that mode
I guess that's how it is when you sell your soul
Can't look at you the same, you'll never be bro
Writer: J Russell
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