Lyrics

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