Zach Larson - The Turn Up lyrics

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Zach Larson - The Turn Up lyrics

[Intro] Ahhn Yeah Yeah Hey Shoutout my n***a Noz on the beat Got him in the studio with me today Sitting on the couch, Hah Drinking his purified water, the water of the best producers Yeah, Yeah, I'm talkin' [Hook: Chubz] Turn up, turn up, aye turn up Turn up, aye turn up Yeah yeah f** boy, young n***a finna turn up Aye Turn up, aye turn up Turn up, aye turn up They see we mobbing, ayyye [Verse 1: Chubz] Young n***a flow so dope, I spit that crack, that c**aine (Co-cah-eena) This booth is my Arena, so I be balling like I was Ariza You could never decipher the flow, f** what you know n***a this that come up When you murdering every verse, ain't no crew trying to run up on us, no love Yeah this that real, that broke n***a trying to get rich feel That dope dealer on his sh** feel That young boy trying to hit a lick feel Piss them off, but I'm the sh** still They doubt, I still can I was born in the Mil, and trying to make a Mill, my fam need unlimited meal plans It easy to see what I do this sh** fo' They showing that love like I was Rico Trying to put on everywhere I go I'm just trying to eat, bruh man 5th flo' I am no goon, but I know plenty And I am no k**er but listen to verse after verse of my sh** you would see it's a lie that I didn't k** any I be dunking on beats like Timmy, flow hot n***a I don't need to keep a heater But I know n***as that love that life, got shells by the pot and it ain't Velveeta So believe I'm decent reaching each and every single crease And even creeps can see they couldn't ever piece what they need to repeat And won't stop me from seeing my peak, Oh Jeez [Hook: Chubz] Riding through my city, whipping with my team Money in my pockets, b**hes in between Grabbing on my nuts, Mr. Daniels in my cup Making moves ain't the same if you ain't moving with yo gang, I'm talkin' Turn up, turn up, aye turn up Turn up, aye turn up Yeah yeah f** boy, young n***a finna turn up Aye Turn up, aye turn up Turn up, aye turn up They see we mobbing, ayyye [Verse 2: A.ROTZ] Introduction to my clique, the realest kids in the biz Just a bunch of young visionaries plotting for the win Made a statement in my city, H-Town f**ing with me Missed calls, missed texts, 'cause I'm always f**ing busy Probably riding round with my business partners I'm working harder, we going farther In the studio on my birthday My birthday, that's workday You in the club and you thirsty Too concerned with all of that t**ng While I'm up late in my birth place Just scheming, plotting on first place, now (now, now, now) Walk in the room and they bow down, that's king sh** My team, my fam, my fans around, and my ring sit Circle right under my wings, b**h Royalty wasn't in blood, I took it with force grinding and a dream b**h Wake up Were they sleeping again I'll wake you right up from that coma you in With fire and life, inspired to live You sh**ting, I'm sh**ting, I'm spittin depends Just listen boy, listen I'll tell you again They told me I couldn't, I did it, I did Still riding with all of my kin, been [Hook: Chubz] Riding through my city, whipping with my team Money in my pockets, b**hes in between Grabbing on my nuts, Mr. Daniels in my cup Making moves ain't the same if you ain't moving with yo gang, I'm talkin' Turn up, turn up, aye turn up Turn up, aye turn up Yeah yeah f** boy, young n***a finna turn up Aye Turn up, aye turn up Turn up, aye turn up They see we mobbing, ayyye [Verse 3: Chubz] Cup all full of lean Sprite & that codeine Yo' crew ain't bout that cream You playing for the wrong team You say you getting green Well sh** ain't what it seems Anger management what I need Cause I be flowing mean, uhh Got rap sh**, I got rock sh** I got indie sh**, I got pop sh** Yeah all my sh** is good sh** And right now it's time for that hood sh** Yeah n***a lyrical bullets In that case stay with a full clip Tell her hop on top, do a full split Try to get like me, you couldn't Tell these n***as who got up next Write these hits, collect my checks I'm on my way, these rappers stressed See my chest, that sh** say 'S' They talking sh**, well we can get it where you feel bro Ain't bout that sh**, but it's in my blood, I'm from the Mil though [Hook: Chubz] Riding through my city, whipping with my team Money in my pockets, b**hes in between Grabbing on my nuts, Mr. Daniels in my cup Making moves ain't the same if you ain't moving with yo gang, I'm talkin' Turn up, turn up, aye turn up Turn up, aye turn up Yeah yeah f** boy, young n***a finna turn up Aye Turn up, aye turn up Turn up, aye turn up They see we mobbing, ayyye