[Chorus:]
Let me turn you up
Let me get you high n***a
Let me get you drunk
You standing on the wall n***a
You ain't turning up
[Bow, bow]
Let me turn you up [x5]
You standing on the wall n***a
You ain't turning up
Bad b**hes, double cups n***a
Let me turn you up
[Verse 1:] [Yung Simmie]
Bad b**hes, double cups
So you know I'm turning up
Asking me what's in my cup
Boy you betta tighten up
Walked in with bad b**hes
Now we coolin in the cut
You walked in with no b**hes n***a
You ain't turnin up
I throwing cash at that a**
Cause she strippin' for the team
Sippin lean with my team
You can't hang what you mean
500 all ones in my True Religion jeans
I'll throw it at your b**h
I turn up on the scene
Whoop
[Chorus]
[Verse 2:] [Cashy]
I'm probably turnin up
I never gave a f**
And I'm all about my bucks
These b**hes know what's up
When I put my mac down
I'm guaranteed to f**
I'm probably rolling up
I couple hundred blunts
You ain't even turn up
You get lost for months
In [?] law I trust
Too hot I can't be touched
And n***a drop the skunk
Them b**hes came with you
But they probably leave with us
What?
[Chorus]
[Verse 3:] [Robb Bank$]
I'm a black rainbow
Tumbl'r got on runway clothes
I use them all for stemcell research
And I pa** kidney stones
And not to sound complacent
I just want power next to my name
Like a radio station
I dropped the city and when to the motherland for 6 months
And I still get on Twitter and I drop some sh**
And they treat a n***a like he never left
Oh, cause a n***a be quiet
b**h everything on your side quick
f** in the bathroom just to see how she react
In a hostile environment
[Chorus]