Lyrics: Benjamin Muratovic/Deonte Tyrell/Trevor Delane
Music: Benjamin Muratovic/Deonte Tyrell/Trevor Delane
[Chorus]
I'm turnt up off of food
I'm tryna get at them dudes
I walked in wit' my tool
I'm smokin' jo's, I ain't cool
I'm disrespectful, bitch I'm rude
My head on I can't lose
We blewed your ass, you on the news
But the feds can't find no clues
I'm turnt up off of food
I'm tryna get at them dudes
I walked in wit' my tool
I'm smokin' jo's, I ain't cool
I'm disrespectful, bitch I'm rude
My head on I can't lose
We blewed your ass, you on the news
But the feds can't find no clues
[Verse 1]
Hit a one wit' a two, that white and gray turnin' blue
I'm buckin' to the roof 'cause a nigga made it out the zoo
Wanna **** wit' somethin', then a nigga put her in a [?]
When it's up, it ain't nothin' so nigga what you wanna do?
I'm leanin' off them drugs, if I feel threatened I'ma shoot
We run your ass down, we teach your ass how to hoop
I'm Skully and I'm ugly, I come straight out the boot
We stepped on him, I didn't even have on a shoe
I talk to my noggin', just know they comin' for you
I'm a soul survivor, my war wounds is the proof
I got fire inside me, I'ma go'n 'head and tell the truth
Got bodies, won't hide it but I won't show it to the youth
[Chorus]
I'm turnt up off of food
I'm tryna get at them dudes
I walked in wit' my tool
I'm smokin' jo's, I ain't cool
I'm disrespectful, bitch I'm rude
My head on I can't lose
We blewed your ass, you on the news
But the feds can't find no clues
I'm turnt up off of food
I'm tryna get at them dudes
I walked in wit' my tool
I'm smokin' jo's, I ain't cool
I'm disrespectful, bitch I'm rude
My head on I can't lose
We blewed your ass, you on the news
But the feds can't find no clues
[Verse 2]
We leave your ass on the news, so many niggas felt my tool
I'm mugged up, not in the mood, I pray mine finish school
[?] one how could I lose, on a time schedule can't snooze
All these hoes know I'm chasin' blues
I remember times drinkin' fuel
Back to goin' to war wit' dude
Had my bang off with that fool, he had let me know it was you
I had should a been had knew, it's some shit you don't do
When I catch 'em I'ma thug 'em too
They put the blame on the new 'cause the banks **** wit' em too
That tar smell smell like poo, hey my young nigga what it do
She had ****ed me she said I'm cool, had nutted all on her boobs
My neck wet like a pool, we gon' slay his ass break the rules
Hit a one with the two, that's chemical reaction wit' that food
[Chorus]
I'm turnt up off of food
I'm tryna get at them dudes
I walked in wit' my tool
I'm smokin' jo's, I ain't cool
I'm disrespectful, bitch I'm rude
My head on I can't lose
We blewed your ass, you on the news
But the feds can't find no clues
I'm turnt up off of food
I'm tryna get at them dudes
I walked in wit' my tool
I'm smokin' jo's, I ain't cool
I'm disrespectful, bitch I'm rude
My head on I can't lose
We blewed your ass, you on the news
But the feds can't find no clues