On A Tuesday lyrics

[Intro]
Turnin' up on a Tuesday, yeah
Turnin' up on a Tuesday, yeah
Lil' b*tch gone off the D'USSÉ (Xair, let me get that motherf*cker)
Yeah, n*gga, what?

[Verse]
We turnin' up on a Tuesday
And I got your b*tch gone off the D'USSÉ
I'm gettin' paper, give a f*ck about what you say
Take a n*gga b*tch, I'm in her mouth just like some toothpaste
I'm in a new coupe with a new b*tch
I'm goin' stupid, we finna be too rich
They like, "Damn, Luh Tyler, I cannot, that n*gga too lit"
Take a n*gga b*tch and dog her out, just call me Scooby
Know I need my pockets fat, Rick Ross sh*t
I'm a boss n*gga so I need a boss b*tch
Throw my dawg the sack, he gon' Randy Moss sh*t
I'm drugged out, n*ggas know I'm on that raw sh*t
I gotta put my n*gga on, I can't get rich alone
I had to cut lil' mama off, I left that b*tch alone
White boy, he got that gas, look like Post Malone (Yeah, yeah)
n*gga got the city turnt, we finna get it on (Yeah, yeah, n*gga)
Like, what it do?
This a bad yellow b*tch, this ho look just like Pikachu
I ain't f*ckin' with these hoes 'cause they love to pick and choose
I ain't chasin' after b*tches, n*gga chasin' after blues
Better go and get some paper, get the f*ck up off the couch
When I open up my mouth and talk, n*gga, bling-blaow
See a n*gga comin' up, she wanna join the team now
n*gga chasin' after paper, yeah, we gettin' green now
Smokin' on exotic gas, I ain't f*ckin' with no lean
Baby girl, you not my lover, feelin' like I'm Billie Jean
These n*ggas undercover snake, man, them n*ggas really green
n*gga hatin' on me, probably livin' what this n*gga dream
Gas in a vacuum seal, n*gga, you can't even smell
High as f*ck with dark shades on, you can't even tell
Kiki blowin' up my phone, I let it ring just like a bell
Doin' magic in the booth, you'd think a n*gga writin' spells (Yeah)
But I ain't writin' nothin' down
Say I'm snappin' in this rap, these n*ggas like the way I sound
n*gga headed to the top, no, I ain't tryna see the ground
I just cut my b*tch off, I sent her to the lost and found
n*ggas chasin' after paper, know we tryna run it up
When that check hit, n*gga, we gon' put a hundred up
Gettin' hot up in the booth, got a n*gga burnin' up
When we step up in the club, these n*ggas know we turnin' up
Like I'm playin' with a Ouiji board, I pull up in a Ghost
I'm with Lil' Justin turnin' up, I got your b*tch front row
n*gga, we don't need no kiwi, finna kick the front door
n*gga, this exotic gas, we smokin' on that Runtz, bro
Know I'm snappin' on this rap, I don't gotta do no braggin'
And I got them racks on me, got a n*gga pants saggin'
Had to cut the lil' ho off, she keep doin' all that naggin'
n*gga say they f*ckin' with ya but they really out here flaggin'
[Outro]
(Yeah, n*gga, I don't do no braggin')
(Yeah, she keep doin' too much naggin')
(n*gga, man, these n*ggas really flaggin')
(Yeah, yeah, ski)