[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 bitches, double cups n***a
Let me turn you up

[Verse 1:] [Yung Simmie]
Bad bitches, 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 bitches
Now we coolin in the cut
You walked in with no bitches n***a
You ain’t turnin up
I throwing cash at that ass
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 bitch
I turn up on the scene
Whoop
[Chorus]

[Verse 2:] [Cashy]
I’m probably turnin up
I never gave a fuck
And I’m all about my bucks
These bitches know what’s up
When I put my mac down
I’m guaranteed to fuck
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 bitches 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 pass 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 shit
And they treat a n***a like he never left
Oh, cause a n***a be quiet
Bitch everything on your side quick
Fuck in the bathroom just to see how she react
In a hostile environment
[Chorus]