Verse 1:
Been livin life up lately and I
Been gettin turnt and I don't know why
Shinin on 'em is all I do
Not really sorry if I flex on you

Hook:
We turnin' up (x5)

Verse 2:
(Yeah)
Y'all be sippin, Bought a new whip and Got some new birds y'all stay steady flippin, side chick trippin, pistol with the long nose like Scottie Pippen, finger on the trigger then you (rip it)
All for the crips and dude wearin red in ya hood give you lip then (brrgh) stick em, little bro listen, tell him sip his tea like Lipton, bruh I'm straight trippin
Ya got them keys to the X6 panda, ridin round town with the blue bandana, every day chasin bread like manna, thinkin that you real like Tony Montana
But you not cause you ride with the flame, heater out the window while you switchin lanes, now your lil homie wanna gang bang, not even scared of gettin shot close range
When you gonna realize that you gettin played, dudes die in the streets every day, it ain't no game, try to make it rain, make yourself happy if you buy a V8
But the funny thing is that you're spendin all this money tryin to fill the black hole but you know that you can't
Black and gold paint like Saints, got money in the bank, got blow and drank, one day ridin and you start to contemplate
Is God really real, is it all in your brain, really take a minute just think (Just think)
Even though your pourin, got foreign, like Rari
Ya always feel empty when you leave the party, even though you filled up on Bacardi, the sad thing is you ain't sorry
Need to meet your real father like Maury (Pardon me)

Hook:
We turnin up (x5)