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Cut that music off, I wit' no other shit (I'm tryna' turn up)
I ain't tryna baby, I'm wit that fuckin' shit ( I'm tryna' turn up)
You came for me, well I came from nothin', shit (I'm tryna' up)
You ain't fuckin' me, then 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)
This my city, and I'm tryna (turn up)

How many licks do it take till you get to the of her mouth?
She geekin', she we turnt up we got it, we all in the pot
KOD, QOD, Magic, we fuckin the sacks up in
Gas and mud I be off the drugs, don't
I'm feelin' a cocky
They any bitches wanna fuck now
Pop like I won a fuckin' touchdown
If you sober, over, I do drugs now
prolly got me all in the clubs now
Pour some lean no coco, we rockin' rollies, no JoJo
And we off the drinks so slow mo, I get a show, no promo
get naked 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 while I pull on her
She shy the city but change for them Benji's, the mula, the Fendis
I up for (what)

Cut that music off, I ain't wit' no shit (I'm tryna' turn up)
I tryna 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, then who you with?

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

up in that white linen, all black windows
I had to 'em
That work, put 'em in the dirt
Let em' all lurk, know I had to get up with
We never hurt, hurt know the deal, tour out
So you its real
From the Chi City to the bank, Sinatra
I've been Frank
Lemme get it I got it feelin' divided only on the
though
How you feel though, V's up, it trill though
Oh yeah, one
Oh yeah, one
Bitch I been under pressure always giving it
I got
Never the turn on my compressor
Its right on the
ruling the game and nobody could measure
I know

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

Cut that music off, I ain't wit' shit (I'm tryna' turn up)
I ain't tryna chill baby, I'm wit fuckin' shit ( I'm tryna' turn up)
You came for me, well I came from nothin', shit (I'm turn up)
You fuckin' with me, then 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)
This my city, and I'm tryna (turn up)

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