Turnt Up lyrics

[Intro: FN DaDealer]
Nah' mean?
No handouts, you know all this sh*t out the mud, that mean
On God

[Chorus: FN DaDealer]
Turnt up on the man, not no handouts
We ain’t ever had a plan, somehow it planned out
I be pullin' up pullin' bands out
They was hatin’, what they sayin' now?
He ain't savin' now, he ran out
I ain't ever runnin' out, I can make it rain, n*gga, f*ck a drought

[Verse 1: BSlime]
Yeah, I can push a n*gga out
n*gga beefin' 'bout these b*tches from the South
Tryna get a name, n*gga want some clout
Screamin’ out, "Gang," but he run his mouth
Big guns on my feet, I’m a motherf*ckin' stepper
Five-hundred the sheets, I’ma go head and bend her
She ridin', we ridin', we hoppin' out rentals
Walk down gang, we walk up with n*ggas, yeah
I got a b*tch on thе Westside, call her thе best side
f*ck her too good, the b*tch had to tap out
I’m 'bout my business, they done brung a 'Vette out
He want attention, bring diamonds and testin'
I'm a young n*gga [?] with the setter
Ride with the Glock but my partner the devil
Hit her with the stick, Tik Tok, gotta shuffle
Bust down chain, all my ice got levels
f*ck with FN, you gon' end up in digits
These Glocks got these switches, we ready to tick it
We takin' the top off the motherf*ckin' ceiling
[?] handle the business
These cars ain't rented, a young n*gga livin'
I got some ice and I'm [?] jeweler
I could've went plain, but I like to school 'em
They screamin' my name, that young n*gga do it
[Chorus: FN DaDealer]
Turnt up on the man, not no handouts
We ain't ever had a plan, somehow it planned out
I be pullin' up pullin' bands out
They was hatin', what they sayin' now?
He ain't savin' now, he ran out
I ain't ever runnin' out, I can make it rain, n*gga, f*ck a drought
Turnt up on the man, not no handouts
We ain't ever had a plan, somehow it planned out
I be pullin' up pullin' bands out
They was hatin', what they sayin' now?
He ain't savin' now, he ran out
I ain't ever runnin' out, I can make it rain, n*gga, f*ck a drought

[Verse 2: FN DaDealer]
Full time rapper, still hang with trappers
Full time clapper, n*gga, we get active
Ridin' 'round the city, I be with the jacker
Slidin', got the blicky, tryna catch 'em lackin'
I ran up some sh*t you can never imagine
They jackin' the swag, got me dippin' and dabbin'
Say you got hit up and don't know what happened
That's what you get for that motherf*ckin' lackin'
Pockets on full and I hop out the coupe
You ain't rockin' with me, I ain't rockin' with you
Oh, you poppin' at me? Don't be poppin' at you
All these clips be extended, lil' somethin' like a ruler
I'm still in the streets, gotta watch how I'm movin'
I had to learn how to maneuver
I keep my heat, I still be the coolest
Oh, you a gangster, lil' n*gga? Then prove it
Boy, who the f*ck is you foolin'?
Empty the clip, finna shoot me a movie
You say that I ain't got it, you gotta be stupid
Ho, I'm a rich kid like Skooly, huh
No handouts, got this sh*t out the mud, they ain't help me do it
I'm the man now, I done turnt up and I'm drivin' the newest
[Chorus: FN DaDealer]
Turnt up on the man, not no handouts
We ain't ever had a plan, somehow it planned out
I be pullin' up pullin' bands out
They was hatin', what they sayin' now?
He ain't savin' now, he ran out
I ain't ever runnin' out, I can make it rain, n*gga, f*ck a drought
Turnt up on the man, not no handouts
We ain't ever had a plan, somehow it planned out
I be pullin' up pullin' bands out
They was hatin', what they sayin' now?
He ain't savin' now, he ran out
I ain't ever runnin' out, I can make it rain, n*gga, f*ck a drought