Veyster - Turn Me Up

Yeah, Yeah
Yeah, Yeah, Yeah
Turn me, turn me, turn me
Yeah, turn me, turn me, turn me up
Turn me, turn me, turn me, turn me up
On my wave, like they surf or some
Yeah, purple stuff, purple runts, wock in my cup
I just spilled my cup, I don't give a fuck
Yeah, turn me, turn me, turn me, turn me, turn me up
These niggas trying to get up on my wave, like they surf or some
Yeah, purple guts, purple runts, wock in my cup
I just spilled my cup, don't give a fuck, bitch I'm rich as fuck
I'm still mad as hell, I used to put packs on the scale
Why this bitch try to lie up on my name
I can't go to jail
This bitch dumb as hell, but when I get the head, it's like she went to Yale
I don't do no cash app flips, nigga I stick to the zelle
This bitch bad, I ain't gone lie, I need me some of that
If she get mad
Give her back
Bro, I'm really that
I don't check no prices, when I shop, just put it in the bag
Niggas way behind me, why they act like we go tit for tat
Approach me with a problem, we going to see if you're going to stretch some
I heard you slide all the time, why you ain't ever catch one
Why
I ain't tripping about no thotty, I don't stress none
I'm straight to that bag then I move on to the next one
Yeah, Yeah
Turn me, turn me, turn me up
They all up on my wave like they surf or some
Yeah, white runts, purple drink, put it in my cup
I just spilled my cup, I'm rich as fuck, I don't give a fuck
In Atlanta, Dirty fanta
Ugly Money, Dirty dancers
I just hopped right on that flight in my amiris, I'm so handsome
About to lock that bag in, I need it now, it ain't no chancing
Bae, I'm on the road, I can't pick up my phone, I wont answer
Uh, what are you on
You ain't stepping
I've been stepping, stepping, stepping on these niggas, I'm so reckless
Bands on me nigga, I can get the extras
Ugly Money with me, we go crazy, it's straight pressure
Yeah, turn me, turn me, turn me, turn me, turn me up
These niggas trying to get up on my wave, like they surf or some
Yeah, purple guts, purple runts, wock in my cup
I just spilled my cup, don't give a fuck, bitch I'm rich as fuck
I'm still mad as hell, I used to put packs on the scale
Why this bitch try to lie up on my name
I can't go to jail
This bitch dumb as hell, but when I get the head, it's like she went to Yale
I don't do no cash app flips, nigga I stick to the zelle

Written by:
Vey Womack

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