[Verse 1: Wack Rapper] Turn up, turn up, turn up, turn up, turn up, turn up, turn up (turn up!) I be with my momma, daddy, uncle, auntie, [?], turn up (ow!) All I know is turn up (turn up!) All I drink is turn up (turn up!) All I eat is turn up (cheah!) Turn up, turn up, turn up (turn up!) Turn up fish, turn up soda, turn up for the winter (freeze) Turn up weather, got a feeling like it's summer in December (brr) Turn up with my [?] Turn up Christmas trees (lights) Turn up holidays (days) Turn up, turn up, three! [Interlude: Wack Rapper & Audio Engineer] Alright that's it my homie bout to hop on the track Thank god [Verse 2: Homie] Feeling like summer in December cuz it's chill Strolling through the city with my top on ill 25 curve pinky ring dripping on the wheel Bad b**h and I got a silhouette on the grill You be tryna start a GoFundMe when your rent due I be getting 25 racks per event you Never met a bank vault I couldn't get into I'm just tryna get more mills than the menu Still hit the block if a n***a really have to But I'd rather touch down like a running back do I'm not saying I'm the richest n***a in the world But my bank account is the speed of light in a vacuum I got a big ego like I won the lotto Shawty bout to deepthroat looking like a model I be on a speedboat, I don't need no goggles I be getting C notes, but not the one on bottles Ya dig? [Outro: Wack Rapper & Audio Engineer (Homie)] Damn, that sh** was cold! Hey, delete his verse What? n***a whatchu talking bout, that dope was vicious Nah, he can't f** me up, that junk gotta go n***a, you hating like sh**, he was better than your loud retarded a** I don't think it really fits the creative lane of the song though What you know about creativity, you said the same thing like 100 times (What are y'all talking about over there?) Nothing bruh, that was straight, go ahead and do your ad-libs, you good Yeah, go ahead and erase that sh**, because that sh** was horrible