Turn Up

Lyrics

[Intro - Dot Rotten & female voice] Turn up time, yeah? What you saying babes? Come over init Bring that juice I got the 'erbs Say nuttin' Do I bring brandy? Do I bring Vodka? Do I bring shots? Do I bring [?]? It's gonna get real Gonna turn up [Chorus x2] (I smoke weed) Turn up (I drink liqueur) Turn up (I fuck bitches) Turn up (What about you, nigga?) Turn up [Verse 1] I'm on such a huge wave I got a surfer hating Big blunts of this blue cheese getting percolated What I smoke is so potent I got amnesia Paranoid fighting off a bad fever Blowing up clouds You already know it's that loud Green crack, we be growing that now Bossed up in a private suite with a Latina She be smoking that sativa while she holding man down Kush, Grade A I call it Budweiser I've been licking out them boxes like a muff diver Need that big belly I ain't gassing like a truck driver If a brudda eating I'ma stop him like a lunch timer Weed in my hand call it palm trees I be cropping in the garden spraying large leaves The whip looking fresh but the car keyed Life's a movie, I be getting faded like the last seed [Chorus x2] (I smoke weed) Turn up (I drink liqueur) Turn up (I fuck bitches) Turn up (What about you, nigga?) Turn up [Verse 2] Turning up, licking shots like I'm on the front line White girl dressed in all red, she wanna come wine I'm on a long island with a long [?] I be smashing up the stages being non-violent Wavy, watching every step like a bomb miner Women singing words to the music like a song writer She a loser but she smart tryna play a game Diamonds in the club, she throwing hearts for the Ace of Spades Standing still with my trees, I ain't gotta paper chase Glass full of Hennessy and ear full of 808s The way she handling the bar, she must be stunting Grey Goose, she said she want it with a ugly duckling Said she coming back to mine so we must be fucking Big dog, I ain't got no time for no puppy loving I pour it all in her mouth and tell her "I am dumb" [?] eating up her chest call it white rum, yum [Chorus x2] (I smoke weed) Turn up (I drink liqueur) Turn up (I fuck bitches) Turn up (What about you, nigga?) Turn up [Verse 3] Sweet tooth, said she need me now for the chocolate Give her that dessert so good she wanna offer cake Lungs full of diesel, veins full of that Courvoisier Working all night and only stopping for a coffee break Twerking on my pole but she ain't a stripper She a hard one to draw, I'm just trying to paint a picture Double D's, rolling Cali weed, time to blaze a swisher Showing me her body getting drench, she a naked swimmer D Gain got her sweating, call it molly wood Intimidation orgasms got her body shook Genuine riding on a pony like a jockey should Squirting on me accidentally, giving me that 'sorry' look Babe, I smoke crow yeah I drink liqueur I'm on my own Jay Z ish, a big pimper Got your beanie on a man, screaming out "Zim Zimma" You're a queen giving deep brain to the king thinker [Chorus x4] (I smoke weed) Turn up (I drink liqueur) Turn up (I fuck bitches) Turn up (What about you, nigga?) Turn up [Outro] I smoke weed I drink liqueur I fuck bitches What about you, nigga?