Turnt Up

Benjamin Muratovic, Deonte Tyrell, Trevor Delane

(Tre, what you cookin'?)
Green activity shit, nigga

I'm turnt up off of food (of of food)
I'm tryna get at them dudes (at them dudes)
I walked in wit' my tool (wit' my tool)
I'm smokin' jo's, I ain't cool (I ain't cool)
I'm disrespectful, bitch, I'm rude (bitch, I'm rude)
My head on I can't lose (I can't lose)
We blewed your ass, you on the news (you on the news)
But the Feds can't find no clues (no clues)

Hit a one wit' a two, that white and gray turnin' blue
I'm buckin' to the roof, 'cause a nigga made it out the zoo
Want to fuck wit' somethin', then a nigga put her in a U
When it's up, it ain't nothin', so, nigga, what you wanna do?
I'm leanin' off them drugs, if I feel threatened I'ma shoot
We run your ass down, we teach your ass in cahoots
I'm Skully and I'm ugly, I come straight out the boot
We stepped on him, I didn't even have on a shoe
I talk to my noggin', just know they comin' for you
I'ma soul survivor, my war wounds is the proof
I got fire inside me, I'ma gon' head and tell the truth
Got bodies, won't hide it, but I won't show it to the youth

I'm turnt up off of food (of of food)
I'm tryna get at them dudes (at them dudes)
I walked in wit' my tool (wit' my tool)
I'm smokin' jo's, I ain't cool (I ain't cool) (haha)
I'm disrespectful, bitch, I'm rude (bitch, I'm rude) (yeah)
My head on I can't lose (I can't lose)
We blewed your ass, you on the news (you on the news) (Skully)
But the Feds can't find no clues (find no clues)

We leave your ass on the news
So many niggas felt my tool
I'm mugged up, not in the mood
I pray mine finish school
All I know is win, how could I lose?
On a time schedule, can't snooze
All these hoes know I'm chasin' blues
I remember times drinkin' fuel
Back to goin' to war wit' dude
Had my bang off with that fool (bah)
He had let me know it was you
I had should a been had knew
It's just some shit you don't do
When I catch 'em I'ma thug 'em too
They put the blame on the you
'Cause the bank fuck wit' 'em too
That tar smell, smell like poo
Hit my young nigga, what it do?
She had fucked me she said I'm cool
Had nutted all on her boobs
My neck wet like a pool
We gon' slay his ass break the rules
Hit a one with the two
Just keep it correct wit' that food

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