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808TurnEmUp
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808turnemup
Aye, errr, ****
Know that I needed nobody for none of this shit, that what come with the territory
I'm tryna roll him up to the sky, send his ass up, airborne
Know them ****, they be on some other shit, **** be acting too flamboyant
Lotta these **** be crash dummies
I chase a check, I be bag huntin'
All the stoves on kitchen hot
Knowin' I came up off a half knot
Since I was a youngin, I bagged the block
Like I could bear too, leave a head not
Bitch, I'm beating they ass for that money order
Know the work dissappear like it's Hocus Pocus
I'ma jump out that car leave the motor goin'
Jumping out of the whip, ****, fully loaded
Put a bitch on the script, the hoe stroll
Stepped on some blades, you better go
Know the way that we livin', it's better up
If I'm dropping some money, it double up
All my plays in the circle, we huddle up
I'ma stay on my lane till I get enough
I'ma stay on that pot till the bubble up
I was stuffing that work in the muffin cup
Yeen ran up a hundred, ain't done enough
So gotta stay down to keep this shit going
Knowing your time it'll come
I went and found me a plug out of nowhere, that was a diamond in the rough
Said them **** be lying too much
Wanna know why the streets be froze
Cuz **** be sliding too much
Grrrrr
Ay
Slide with a fifty, freeze, leave his shit frozone
Ay
Slide with a blick, snap off like a photo
We the reason them **** ain't coming out no more
All this work in the trap I might overload
Ay
Tell them young **** your recipe, how you gon' bag chase
Ay
Tell them young **** how 5,000 was a bad day
Ay
Tell them I'ma make trap speed up, drag race
Ay
Thousand dollars in some ones make a bitch ass shake
Know that I needed nobody for none of this shit, that what come with the territory
I'm tryna roll him up to the sky, send his ass up, airborne
Know them ****, they be on some other shit, **** be acting too flamboyant
Lotta these **** be crash dummies
I chase a check, I be bag huntin'
All the stoves on kitchen hot
Knowin' I came up off a half knot
Since I was a youngin, I bagged the block
Like I could bear too, leave a head not
Bitch, I'm beating they ass for that money order
Know the work dissappear like it's Hocus Pocus
I'ma jump out that car leave the motor goin'
Jumping out of the whip, ****, fully loaded
Put a bitch on the script, the hoe stroll
Written by: 808 TurnEmUp
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