Skeme - Turn Up or Burn Up lyrics

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Skeme - Turn Up or Burn Up lyrics

[Hook x2] We outchea, and we looking for a payday b**h I go in, no play play Turn down for what, no way-ay So drunk I need to check into an AA [Bridge] Turn up or burn up Turn up or burn up Turn up or burn up Turn up or burn up Turn up or burn up [Verse 1: E-40] At first my capital was disintegrating but now it's escalating In my neck of the woods on my side of the earth we out here cheddar chasing Hustling and rushing and racing, bay n***as ain't got no patience Fresh out of jail, he right back in and serving yell to patrons I could pull a botch if my breath stank In a beat up dented bucket on an empty tank Out here we nervous and smirking [?] and give you the service Out here it's hustle and murders be careful if you a tourist Hyperspace and sedated love to get wasted and faded Levitated, elated, delated eyes dilated Loaded like a Mossberg jar full of herb If you want beef then I'll bring a herd You can't spell West without the E (Who you put that on?) I put that on me I'm crispy like Panko, monitor on my ankle Real n***a like Django, I put my foot in yo an*l [Hook x2] [Bridge] [Verse 2: Skeme] First off f** a hater with a sick dick Real n***as over here won't sh** switch In the scraper tryna find me a quick lick Skate through the set I f** around and do a kick flip Turn up a n***a do the damn thang I might buy U-Haul tryna move the damn things I can't play with you can't lay with you That's on my mama I'm gone Talking about f** haters we touch paper n***a go hard or go home Early morning I be on it like I want it n***a Choppa loaded aim it right at my opponent n***a Red dot a head shot'll be a bonus n***a Inglewood to the bay, this west side k**afornia n***a Soo woo! [Hook x2] [Bridge] [Verse 3: Problem] Whaaaat? What the bloodclot be This here pipe what you might wan see This here flight joint filled with OG And your girlfriend puss can't go a day without me (whaaaaaaaaat!) Problem, money Daytona check the aroma Good on the corner hunter persona put pussies in comas You thick as [?] good as granola Hold up the phone I told you I'm on you like million dollar [?] Hot boy come take notes Your girl wanna f** and I'm a let her like notes Envelope [?] hit her from the back Smoked me a joint then dipped off You're f**ing with a mack! [Hook x2] [Bridge]