[Intro]
Turn me up on everything...
You already know this

[Verse 1: EGOVERT]
Baby can you turn me up
We in the club doin cocaine off her butt
You know we 50 deep kicked up wit dem sluts
And we 50 deep always keep them slugs
You walked in with your slut, I walked out with your slut
I’m sorry bro guess you just got bad luck
Guess how much is in my jeans right now
I got 5000 bucks in my amiri jeans right now
She wanna suck me cause I wear Vetement clothes
In the fucking rolls royce smoking on some dope

[Verse 2: CTO Chop]
Smoking on some dope
Bitch take off yo clothes
My dick in her oven like sum fucking dominos
Egg roll way too big so she said put it in her nose
My girl thicc as shi but I’m still watching Lana Rhodes
I cannot jus pass her back
She wanna be one of my hoes
But her ex wan the smoke so I grab my strap than spray him like a hose
She got that ass an she back it up
Right up on me I told her I’m 15 she said fuck it
I pull up wit Choppas shoot him like I’m kobe you already know that’s a bucket
Yo bitch she is ugly
I wouldn’t tap that for sum money
I pull out my Glock made her suck it
You rappers disgusting I shit on this beat
Like it’s nothing
Y’all worse than a McDonald’s nugget uh
[Verse 3: Israel!]
Walking in the room
N***a what’s that fucking smell?
I said my dick is super long bitch I use it as my belt
Like a wedding let it ring and I’m not talking bout no bell
We bringing hell up
Unlimited energy like Duracell
(Hey!)
It’s a stand off
Granny’s they want me I’m thinking bout being yo grandpa
I’m coming both sides with a pole and we upping it North so they thinking I’m Santa
N***as they talking and broke
I cannot hear these n***as till they get they bands up
My girly she my private dancer
You hit my phone I don’t answer
Pop a bottle
My girl a model said we in the whip and pushing throttles
It’s funny cause I’m in her oven like it’s fucking Grotto
I’m finna cop Gelato
In Vegas , hit the lotto
In her mouth , Moscato
(Woah)

[Verse 4: Wavehi]
Aye
Its tangaray and champagne
She don’t want me for the clout she ain’t even know my name
Luke cage wit the aim but I ain’t never being tamed
Once I pick up the microphone it’s like nothing be the same
But I ain’t Drizzy on yo block like I’m P. Diddy
If we comparing statistics is you jogging and I’m whippin
I ain’t even see a finish but I still hit in it gripping
First year the qualifier second year we in the system (blowing up!)
It’s like how much inside my jeans is inconvenient jus like count it out
Twin Turbo Serena Venus I put it on the round about
Grounders you get grounded out
Sound that I can drown you out
Now we hit this shit so I advise that you shut your mouth!
[Verse 5: Aryel]
Geeked like I’m ELI
You a pussy talkin feline
Anime shawty roll her eyes and throw a peace sign
Your numbers on the decline
I could pay my rent like 3 times
Used to be producing in my room and now they dick ride
Not playing games ain’t no dungeons and dragons
Sneak dissin on your verse and you get split like a fraction
My choppa sing like Aladdin
The chamber empty shells clackin
Torch his body on the street and now the pavement is blackened
Wait what
Pussy talkin out your neck I keep this blade tucked
Is that your bitch that I just met she got her face fucked
You gon bust me then just do it but you all talk
Aim the beam right at his face now that’s a head shot

[Verse 6: Alt]
Said I’m tired of that shit
Y’all been talkin out y’all neck
Said he wanna make the news
I told that fucker be my guest
Got a redhead bitch on me
I feel like Johnny
Bro don’t test
Put that on my fuckin soul
That you gon die if you wan step
He gettin splattered uh
Brains out on a platter uh yuh
Look up in his neck
You prolly find that dagger uh
Watch as i murk bitch
Body hit the dirt bitch
Buck if you want
Put yo face on a shirt bitch
Watch as i murk bitch
Body hit the dirt bitch
Buck if you want
Put yo face on a shirt bitch
Out on the curb ya he leaking ya he leaking aye
Wipe the fucking pavement got him teething got him teething aye