[Intro: Tone]
Turn up
Turn me up, turn me up
Turn up, turn up
Turn me up, turn me up
Turn up, turn up x4
[Verse 1: Tone]
Ok
b*tch I'm in this thing
f*ck you think you gone do?
You should be ashamed
Way your girl on my crew
I ain't in to games, so I ain't playing neither
I'm the type of n*gga turn a f*cking doubt to a believer
And I won't settle down til' I drink more
Yeah I'm wilding out, it's what I came for
Hoes throwing back with the twerk team
Girls in here, sprinkles on ice cream
You thirsty n*ggas trying to get ass
I'm burning plastic, you blowing cash
Cash on me, that's admission fee
Running sh*t, you in the faculty
New b*tch I'm with, they ain't rumors
Ass so fat, we call them tumors (damn)
Real n*ggas stand up, lames sit
My girl kissing girls like parties b*tch
No party just everyday sh*t
So dike don't know what straight is (ok)
I'm so crazy
You think you crazy but I am the craziest
[Hook: Tone]
b*tch stop killing my vibe, man we in here
We the young n*ggas that you hoes had to start fear
Getting faded but my visions kind of still clear
Girl don't be a square
I won't judge cus' I don't care cus' we turnt (turn up)
b*tch n*gga we turnt (turn up)
Yeah I'm trying to get turnt (we turnt)
Man we ready, turn up (turn up)
b*tch we trying to get turnt (ok)
b*tch you gone turn up (turn up)
b*tch we ready, get turnt (turnt x2)
b*tch you gone get turnt (turnt x2)
b*tch we trying to turn up
[Verse 2: Z-Mane]
Z-Mane!
Someone tell them n*ggas that we turning up
Yeah this track is fire, got you burning up
When I pull up they know what's up
Is that codeine? Nah it's Kool-Aid in my cup
Uh, young n*gga just turned 16
No more passenger I got my own machine
I be cruising down to Mexico, yeah my n*gga Tone know what I mean
Uh, roll up with my n*ggas like we smoking one
But no, I don't smoke. I'm just having fun
If I see a hater then I'm blasting one
And if I see a bad chick then I'm smashing one
Ok, now turn up like the vegetable
E-40 couldn't have said it better
Now I'm all about the cheddar
Young n*gga, Z-Mane, can't nobody do it better
I'm the heavyweight in rapping, you n*ggas light as some feathers
I get green (get green)
Stay clean (stay clean)
When I turn up you might think I'm insane (insane)
Skinny n*gga but I got a big thing
Big brain, might as well get a big chain (ha)
It's Royalty Gang until I go (yeah)
You already know I'm a rep for my squad (yeah)
Any of you n*ggas trying to step up to the plate let me show you how we turn up cus' we go so hard
Ha!
[Hook]
[Verse 3: Tone]
I don't think I'm a real n*gga (no)
Cus' I define it (ok)
Look at the name (and what?)
Go and underline it (proof)
Please don't undermine it
It's no understatement so understand it
You flexing hard, I barely started
When I walked in the party started
The lames departed, I'm the party
I take a square and make her naughty
Grant her wishes, no Timmy Turner
So call me Timmy or Timmy Turn Her
You lighting up and I got the burner
You're a spender, I'm more and earner
Your first time, you're now a learner
Today's the day you gone learn girl
I ain't tripping that's lame sh*t
You a trick and a lame b*tch
My clique ain't got no lames in it so f*ck the ones you came with
Swag dumb crazy like I'm retarded
Stay on my sh*t like I just farted
If she was pregnant then I'll abort it
Y'all wilding out and I'm all for it
[Hook]
[Outro: Tone]
VA to Texas mother f*ckers turn up
New York to Cali mother f*ckers turn up
Seattle, South Beach mother f*ckers turn up
OKC to North Dakota f*ckers turn up
Down South n*ggas gone head turn up
All my East coast b*tches gone head turn up
Westside n*ggas gone head turn up
Up North b*tches, HA, gone head turn up
Turn up