TURN ME UP🔊🔊 lyrics

(#NOVAGANG) (Zoot!)
Zee!
(Mmm, okay.)
Tell me your sh*t, your sh*t make me sick
Why you ain't doin' nothin?
Army when I'm with my b*tch
Out of my mind, I'm not seein' time
Flyin' through the air like kites, I'm not really scared of heights
{?}, you n*gga tips
Swimmin' like I got a fin, talkin' if you know the feelin'
On my way, I f*cked your b*tch
You a NPC like f*ckin' Sims
Stop textin' me, like dirty {?}
On ecstasy, that look like she scene
Off anything, I'm goin' in
You don't really show support, cloudy days, I smoke a 'Port
You ain't pullin' up, like guns
Better get me lit, like torch
Got that sh*t, like too much force, I'm kickin' in your f*ckin' door
{?}, I'm winnin' and you n*ggas sore
South

Zephrxd
Pull up the MVP, n*ggas love talkin', but don't know me (Wow)
Pull up the MVP, n*ggas love talkin', but don't know me
I'm with a bad b*tch, she on my D
He want a feat, come and pay me the fee
Pray all those n*ggas, those n*ggas so green
Momma's the neck, cause I'm off of these beans
All of my n*ggas the best, they the best if you ain't movin' right then you n*ggas get left
I'm callin' my partners, I'm callin' up Stef and they shootin' that AR straight to your chest
I'm shootin' that head, I need a vest
You better move past, like that sh*t a test
I'm shootin' your house up until somebody rest
Your b*tch keep buggin' me like she a pest
Gamo
I'm still off these beans, I'm still off these beans
I know I be tweakin' like I was a fiend
I'm still off these beans, I'm still off these beans
I'm still off this lean, I'm still off this lean
I said, "I don't care", cause my money all green
I know I be geek, I know I be geek
n*ggas know better not to f*ck with me
Gotta money count, B
I got a rack, in the money, my jeans
I cannot take it back, like a receipt
I'm f*ckin' yo b*tch and she wanna be geek
I just finished the sh*t to you n*ggas
This is the way I work, the way that I flip 'em
She give me neck, I go dismiss her
I gotta c*ck back when I'm in the sh*tter
Sup n*gga, I'm riding all in the black though
I'm getting all of those pesos, countin' a lot now
Droppin' the motherf*ckin' top, down
Shootin' the K, shootin' a round
Now, I'm goin' ghost, like PAC-MAN
{?}
I don't give a f*ck, better straighten up
Yeah, you n*ggas wanna be us
(Us) f*ck with a weird ass n*gga
Yeah, I'm sippin' on lean, no liquor
I'ma pop me a bean, 'lil n*gga, what?
Diamonds white, like Malcolm in the Middle
I got a rack, tic for tac
I'm smokin' dope, you're smokin' black
I cut 'em up just like a axe
f*ck yo b*tch then give her back
(Whatever.)