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Cut that music off, I ain't wit' no shit (I'm tryna' turn up)
I ain't tryna chill baby, I'm wit that fuckin' shit ( I'm tryna' up)
You came for me, well I came nothin', shit (I'm tryna' turn up)
You ain't with me, then who you fuckin' with?

I'm tryna', tryna',tryna',tryna'(turn up)
All this money, I'm really tryna'(turn up)
With the gang, and I'm tryna (turn up)
my city, and I'm tryna tryna (turn up)

How many licks do it take you get to the center of her mouth?
She geekin', she we turnt up we got it, we all in the pot
KOD, QOD, Magic, we fuckin the up in five
Gas and mud I be off the drugs, don't
I'm feelin' a cocky
They ring any bitches wanna now
Pop bottles like I won a touchdown
If you sober, over, I do drugs now
Party got me all in the clubs now
Pour some with no coco, we rockin' rollies, no JoJo
And we off the drinks so slow mo, I get twenty a show, no
Bitches get and do it for the Vine (bitches get naked do it for the Vine)
So she gon' turn up and do it for the (turn up and do it for the guys)
She sippin' on Henny, she mix it wit'
She suckin' on me I pull on her Remy
She shy like the but change for them Benji's, the mula, the Fendis
I up for (what)

Cut that music off, I ain't wit' no other shit (I'm turn up)
I ain't tryna chill baby, I'm wit that fuckin' shit ( I'm turn up)
You came for me, well I came from nothin', shit (I'm tryna' up)
You ain't fuckin' with me, who you fuckin' with?

I'm tryna', tryna', tryna', tryna'(turn up)
All this money, I'm just tryna'(turn up)
With the gang, and I'm tryna (turn up)
my city, and I'm tryna tryna (turn up)

Dressed up in white linen, all black windows
I had to 'em
work work, put 'em in the dirt
Let em' all lurk, know I had to get up Durk
We never hurt, hurt know the deal, tour out
So you know its
From the Chi City to the fuckin' bank,
Money been Frank
Lemme get it I got it never feelin' divided on the
though
How you feel though, V's up, keep it trill
Oh yeah, one
Oh yeah, one
Bitch I been pressure always giving it everything
I got
Never the turn on my compressor
Its right on the
Been ruling the game and could measure
I it's

You and me
You and me
They give a damn who I am
Bitch I'm me (you and me)
I its you and me
I who I am, don't give a damn
Bitch I'm me

Cut that music off, I ain't wit' shit (I'm tryna' turn up)
I ain't chill baby, I'm wit that fuckin' shit ( I'm tryna' turn up)
You came for me, I came from nothin', shit (I'm tryna' turn up)
You ain't fuckin' with me, who you fuckin' with?

I'm tryna', tryna', tryna', tryna'(turn up)
All this money, I'm really tryna'(turn up)
With the gang, and I'm really (turn up)
This my city, and I'm tryna (turn up)

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