baby money - turn me up lyrics
[intro]
(ayo, shek, this yours?)
[verse 1]
boy, you snitched, they ain’t sittin’ down ’cause you ain’t testified
you don’t think this sh+t real, put out your hand and test the fire
when you see me, mesmerized, i’m just saying i’m blessed from god
scrolling down you n+ggas’ pictures, tryna see who next to die
i’m like the bird, i’m tryna eat, but i got some bread stashed
bozos get they neck cut, then get they head stashed
tried to duck, but they the goose, sh+t, they all got head taps
we filled ++++ up with bullеts, hmm, with his dead ass
f+ck her ’til the bеd break, cut ’em off, they dead weight
i need head, not headaches, she ’bout to cum, i’m sayin’, “wait”
thousand ‘bows, i can move the bag, that’s what a man say
take your b+tch on an island, hmm, this a sand date
hope n+ggas payin’ for attention, i heard n+ggas’ fans fake
still runnin’ up them racks, n+gga, this a band race
i trust what my mans say, copilot, land wait
built this sh+t all hustle, n+gga, check the landscape
[chorus]
why n+ggas talk about them k!llings? seen ’em with my real eyes
n+ggas tried to block my blessing and i had to realize
up the way, i see your pies, out the way, i’m hillside
yeah, he survived three days, hmm, but he still died
now turn me up
she told me, if they catch me, she gon’ hold me down, turn me up
they’ll never catch me, i ain’t slowin’ down, turn me up
we ain’t never stressin’, we be blowin’ pounds, turn me up
the ‘bows in the air, the buyers on the ground, turn me up
[verse 2]
they souls in the air, they bodies in the ground
i’m the myth, throw 4s in the air, then fly another round
double cup of codeine, walkin’ out of mr. chow’s
can’t complain about my life, i was just walkin’ to trial
say he was shootin’ in the crowd, he beat it at his trial
only thing i fear is god, i don’t care if n+ggas wild
now it’s apparent n+ggas cryin’, they mans is being loud
tec went, “frrt, frrt, frrt,” i’m tryna say that sh+t was foul
i did a hundred last week, no fakin’, no blakin’
been reportin’ to the bank like i’m still on probation
put the phone in rotation, all this sh+t be motivation
yeah, i call my glock a freak b+tch (why?), this b+tch be soul+taking
[chorus]
why n+ggas talk about them k!llings? seen ’em with my real eyes
n+ggas tried to block my blessing and i had to realize
up the way, i see your pies, out the way, i’m hillside
yeah, he survived three days, hmm, but he still died
now turn me up
she told me, if they catch me, she gon’ hold me down, turn me up
they’ll never catch me, i ain’t slowin’ down, turn me up
we ain’t never stressin’, we be blowin’ pounds, turn me up
the ‘bows in the air, the buyers on the ground, turn me up
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