Turnt Up YoungBoy Never Broke Again

[Intro]
(Yo, Pi'erre, you wanna come out here?)
That’s slime

[Chorus]
Pull up, crowd go up (Up)
Show up, blow the door off (Off)
Don’t act like you know us (Don’t talk)
Roll up, light my blunt up (Loud)
Pour up, fill my cup up (Lean)
.40 Glock, drum on the bottom 'case they run up on us (Boom, bow, come on)
Turnt up and I’m throwed (Bitch I’m geeked), mind gone
And I don’t fuck with these hoes (Don’t fuck with)
I knock yo' time down
Money talkin' it done ranned up
I don’t really give a fuck
Bet these niggas won’t come play with us
Intentions for to send 'em up

[Verse]
Strapped up, got the stick on the .40
I'ma rock a nigga, I’ma play it like Carti
Trained to go, any play, I'ma call it
Extortin' shit, we gon' clear out the party
Billie Jean, totе that Dirty Diana
Black team, got a beam on the hammеr
Red [?] came with the Phantom
Drag race in the streets of Atlanta, uh
Rich nigga, don’t got no manners (I don’t)
Still hidin' from the cameras
Still spendin' money, I’m keepin' it comin'
I blow it on shit that don’t matter (Bitch, I’m up)
Bitch I’m up