Turn It Up

(альбом: BPL - 2021)

Damm, this shit good, where the fuck is the album, bro?
This shit been loading for forever, nigga, come on
(I'm shy, oh my God)
Oh, this it, right here? For real?
That thing bleeding to the, you know what I mean? (Wocky slush)
That thing bleeding, P
Shh
Ah-ah, ah
Ah-ah, ah
Ah-ah, yeah

I catch a opp and I'm turning it up (Ah-ah), I'ma post bond and get all my stuff
I got that bomb, I'm rolling it up (Ah-ah), ride with some killers, we don't give a fuck (Ooh, yeah)
I got some drop, I don't wanna crush (Ah-ah)
I got some Wock', but keep it on hush (Ah)
She wanna suck on my dick 'til I nut, ride around town with a stick in my trunk (Ooh, yeah)
You smoking on boof while I'm smoking on Runtz (Ah-ah)
Double dutch, double down, making 'em jump (Ah)
Woah (Ah-ah), woo (Yeah)

Yeah, I'ma slide, and you gon' die (Ayy), I'ma jump out at your bitch like, "Surprise,"
I'ma hit it, you know I won't lie, now he dead, in the sky
And his family keep wondering, "Why?"
Why I'm killing dead everytime
Why I'm doing these niggas so slime
Ain't no cap in my rhymes (Woo, yeah)
I like your bitch, I hit that from behind
Balling like Kobe when I'm in my prime
I can't wait, got me crying
Mama told me I'm one of a kind
Bulletproof love, for my niggas, I ride
I don't give no fucks, for my killers I'll die
Put that on bloods, why would I lie?

I catch a opp and I'm turning it up (Ah-ah), I'ma post bond and get all my stuff
I got that bomb, I'm rolling it up (Ah-ah), ride with some killers, we don't give a fuck (Ooh, yeah)
I got some drop, I don't wanna crush (Ah-ah)
I got some Wock', but keep it on hush (Ah)
She wanna suck on my dick 'til I nut, ride around town with a stick in my trunk (Ooh, yeah)
You smoking on boof while I'm smoking on Runtz (Ah-ah)

Gucci bag, Louis bag, Fendi bag, fill it with racks
I'm fucking this bitch from the back
When we fucking, I'm screaming out, "Slatt,"
I slimed him out but I did it for Jack
I'm serving dog and I'm serving crack
Walking 'em down if he got a sack
Tripping like Trippie, I came with a MAC
Came with my dogs, and they don' attack
You niggas flawed, ain't living like that
I fell in love with that .40, I call it my bae
Whole lotta wack, you niggas is gay
Load up the choppa, I'm letting it spray
Told her, "We fucking, I don't do, huh,"
Told her, "We fucking, I don't do dates,"
Feel like my birthday, I'm getting this cake
I been rocking Supreme, Off-White, and that BAPE
Sipping on lean, I just love the taste
She sucking my dick so I nut in her face
I got a lawyer and I beat the case
Get on the floor before I spray the place
Nigga, ain't nobody safe, bitch

I catch a opp and I'm turning it up (Ah-ah), I'ma post bond and get all my stuff
I got that bomb, I'm rolling it up (Ah-ah), ride with some killers, we don't give a fuck (Ooh, yeah)
I got some drop, I don't wanna crush (Ah-ah)
I got some Wock', but keep it on hush (Ah)

(I love you, Savage)