"Turn Up On Em" lyrics - 21 SAVAGE

21 SAVAGE

"Turn Up On Em"

feat. Young Thug

[Intro:]
(Joe McLaren)
(Wheezy Beats)

[Chorus: 21 Savage]
Yeah, my skinny jeans stuffed
And my diamonds VSs (Ya dig?)
I'm a real big player
I can't pay for no sex (21)
Pockets loaded, chopper loaded
Bitch, I'm loaded, you know it (I'm loaded)
Give a fuck about a bitch
I pass that hoe to my woadie (21)
Hah (21, 21)
Turn up on they ass then (Turn up on they ass then)
Turn up on they ass then (Turn up on they ass then)
Turn up on they ass then (Turn up on they ass then)
Turn up on they ass then (21, 21, 21, 21)
Turn up on they ass then

[Verse 1: 21 Savage]
I turn up out a bag, 'bout that cash, I got racks
Every pocket, issa 20 and a rocket, nigga, stop it
Why you copy? I got ice like I play hockey, bitch we poppin'
Made 100 last month 'cause, yeah, I'm poppin', hot like Takis (21)
I'm just gon' run up a bag (What)
She pretty, she built like a stallion (What)
I take care all of my family (Family)
You gotta take care of your family (21)
Checking the bag and it's next to the stick (Yeah)
VVSs got them shits to my wrist (Yeah)
We get money, we ain't bragging 'bout shit (Yeah)
Came from nothing, now we havin', lil bitch (Yeah)

[Chorus: 21 Savage]
Yeah, my skinny jeans stuffed
And my diamonds VSs (Ya digg?)
I'm a real big player
I can't pay for no sex (21)
Pockets loaded, chopper loaded
Bitch, I'm loaded, you know it (I'm loaded)
Give a fuck about a bitch
I pass that hoe to my woadie (21)
Hah (21, 21)
Turn up on they ass then (Turn up on they ass then)
Turn up on they ass then (Turn up on they ass then)
Turn up on they ass then (Turn up on they ass then)
Turn up on they ass then (21, 21, 21, 21)
Turn up on they ass then

[Verse 2: Young Thug]
(Thugger!)
I turned a yo' into a stripper pole (Thugger! Thugger!)
I had at least 5 hoes on all my bros (I swear to God)
I'm in Miami, Sak Pase, my Zoes
I smoked a hundred grams, you smell it on my clothes (OG)
I be the two-gun Teflon (Yeah)
All this dope's stepped on (Woah)
My mouth getting prepped on (Racks)
His jaw getting crept on (Hah)
All the trap spots rolling (Rolling)
They bitches getting chosen (Yeah)
My ice getting frozen (Brr)
Don't roll up on me (Skrrt)
He'll roll up and get aired out
Airing out all the spots (Yeah)
Yeah, I fuck on all the thots (Woah)
Too many cars, where the parking lot? (Woo)
First we robbed, now we mob a lot
Niggas see this gang, then you know they stopped (Woah)
Yeah, bitch, you know they stopped (Like)
Like the nigga called the [?] out (Yeah)
No, you are not smart as I (Nah)
Keep the heat on me, chicken, Popeyes (Woah)
Yeah, nigga, bye bye (Bye)
Turn the white sheet to a tie-dye (Brrrt)
Make a nigga momma cry-cry (Hah)
Pay your homies, make 'em lie-lie (Woah)
Got a red flag, fuck a bulls-eye (Woo)
Like a car, bitch, I gotta pull out, yeah (Woo)
These fuck niggas rat-rat-rats, gotta sue a lot (Gotta what?)
Yeah, and I said these niggas, yeah, yeah, bring the plurals out (These niggas)
I ran my ward (Yeah), like a STD, bring the cures out (What?)
Got a half a million worth jewelry on, gotta bring the security out (Woo!)