Retch - YungTurnUp lyrics

Aye you feel me? Like we gonna make this sh** some, nahmean, some dope sh**, like improv sh** Like [Hook: RetcH] Uh, yung, yung, turn up Yung, yung, yung, turn up Yung, yung, yung, turn up Yung, yung, yung, turn up Yung, yung, yung, turn up Yung, yung, yung, turn up Yung, yung, yung, turn up Yung, yung, yung [Verse 1: RetcH] Wanna know what happen when you cross me? Bang, bang, no Chief Keef [?] in the Lake with Shorty K from the Chi' And my n***a D-A-DOLLA, that's my motherf**ing guy Yeah we in the f**ing booth, getting motherf**ing high Off a cup of purp, feeling motherf**ing right Really off the purp, I ain't say it cause it rhyme Yeah these f**ing rap n***as, they don't live a life of crime But I'm still up and running cause I'm still up in coming So everything you talking about you did it, bruh, I does it Do it, do it, I motherf**ing do it Riding no L's, making stops in a Buick Everything I made last night, bruh, I blew it f** it, think about some days that I couldn't Pull my dick out and I made the b**h do it When she swore up and down on the cross that she wouldn't Ha, now you going to Hell, b**h Remember all them f**ing cold nights in the cell, b**h You know how it feel to wake up in the cell, b**h? So when I'm on my bully don't be thinking I'm selfish Nah b**h, cause I know what I dealt with Talking out your lip like you're trying to get dealt with These other n***as crabs, I ain't f**ing with shellfish Thinking I'm a rapper but really I sell sh** [Hook: RetcH and (Da$H)] Yung, yung, yung, turn up (This that) Yung, yung, yung, turn up Yung, yung, yung, turn up (This that) Yung, yung, yung, turn up (Yung, yung, yung, turn up) Yung, yung, yung, turn up Turn up Turn up (Turn up) Turn up (Turn up) Turn up (Turn up) Turn up (Turn up) (Yeah) Turn up (So) [Verse 2: Da$H] Volume on zero, n***a talking 'bout he turnt up Perc' in my purp, n***a 'bout to get slurped up Burnt n***a from the turf Chump wavy motherf**er hoes talking 'bout surf's up Flier than yesterday, higher than yesterday Run through my enemies, seeing who next to pay Blunt in my mouth, see which b**h next to lay next to me Long as her head is especially good Rolling up a Backwood, like you should And I'm high as hell, know why it sell Shouts out to Q, [?] twenty two [?] fountain blue And they blowing lines, popping pills Drop a ounce in the Rémy so they know it's real Hoe went down on me like a Navy SEAL No coming up for air, thought she had the gills So I put the rail away and I skated Y.N.R.E. what I'm claiming Prescriptions got me sedated Throat on the counter, so b**h we ain't dating f** is you saying, talking 'bout you better than who? f** being a [?] but your [?] Only time a young n***a catching the blues H'z [Hook: RetcH] Yung, yung, yung, turn up Yung, yung, yung, turn up Yung, yung, yung, turn up Yung, yung, yung, turn up Turn up, turn up, turn up, turn up Turn up, turn up, turn up, turn up Yung, yung, yung, turn up Yung, yung, yung, turn up [Verse 3: Shorty K] All I know is getting cash b**h f**ing hoes and hitting Saks Fifth These n***as hate and I love that sh** But stay off my dick cause it's in your b**h I'm on paper so I'm on the drops But I'm on this paper, that's why I own a drop I'm 'bout that b**h, take a photo op Off lean I move like RoboCop n***a why she bald, CNT b**h give me head, DDT She f** me good then roll my tree And she got a man, EVE My neck hurt, this big chain I'm a little n***a with that big change n***a think that I'm a quick stain And just put the chop on my b**h name I'm swagging out in them red bottoms I keep spikes, mixed game In the club with a hundred bottles Standing on the couch, Rick James Turnt up with my New York n***as Foreign b**h, she a Euro, n***a Only thing I fear is that bureau, n***a Hoe try me, and you're a mural, n***a Uh [Outro: Da$H] That's that work