Turn Up (feat. vtizzel, Mellay, Vazh)

Turn up turn up turn up Pussy ass nigga better beat it like a turnip My bars cold but ain't as froze as I wanna Nigga I'm fire like legal marijuana (Huh) Nigga fuck wit me then he a goner Spare his life nah, I ain't never even thought of that Said he was the leader of the team Little did I know he on bench that's starter cap Aye nigga I'm here Gold mouth grill by the end of year I'm 21 I can drink me a beer Alcoholic like dad might just be what I fear, trauma I'm tryna make it provide for my mama Spit on these pigs like your boy is a llama I maybe a goat But ain't never a sheep I ain't lying dog, less your girl in the sheets Murder bae puss like I'm killing this beat Nigga so sick got a killer disease I ain't here for the extra curricular I'm here for the bands in particular I'm lookin so clean so meticulous The mental on me so ridiculous Mind large as the cosmos You niggas dummer than cosmo Sink shots wit my eyes closed Three commas no typos Pockets fat no lypo Suction what I like though Pass me the lob and I'm throwing it back Pass up on me then I'm blowing the gat Tryna get to a life where I don't have to rack So to keep it a g I'm a blow me a stack Droppin a grip on a grip Rocking the boat and I bet I won't slip Voyager cruise I'm in space when I ship When I stumble in autumn won't fall when I trip Bitch, this is as hard as it gets Break these bars down when you talk to your kids And I already know what they first words is This nigga is crazy vtizzel go skitz, bitch Wonder how it look when you finally go and get paid Big house, big chains Big whips, big things Big pockets but an empty soul can't fill with diamonds Spit back at em like orthodontist If you wanna throw shade go peep the comments You don't really got game, don't talk be honest Drop the lava, crowd get rowdy rowdy Already been beat down, I got brought back Punk and metal, smooth jazz and raw rap Mixed with a lil rakim and all that Shaolin, a black belt, sword, and all man Mad cause they wanna be platinum Put a track up in a mag like maxim And a plaque in a backroom at random Out in Cancun with a 2 door phantom With a bad girl in the background, dancing With a camera, two cams on, canon But they never wanna work so they rap average Fuck where the cash is, rap for the passion Turn up ain't talking bout decibels X-man is built like a sentinel I'm a celestial Hotter than piss out of Robert or Raymond If she tryna claim me I state that she crazy A state of confusion state emergency I hit yo line better answer with urgency This shit really baffling nigga I'm still going hard holding back for these niggas I got my drip from the back of the thrift store Who the fuck told you to touch my calypso I got some distillate that's why my lids low Pass me my yerba, I'm facing not sipping it Dumb down my verbal it's grace for the simpletons Racial profile can't beef with no niggas on internet Most of these rappers be primitive Cut off my verse I cause I don't wanna finish them