Ay turn me up Track01

Treetime

Pull up on your block

I’m blowing up, and nigga you not

Nigga’s made he ain’t getting plays

I fuck on his bitch she all on my page

She eating me like snacks I’m all in her month

I’m chasing the bag you chasing the clout

You chasing them hoes they come to my house

Feel like Tom Brady calling the plays

You niggas broke on minimum wage

Call in a wraith ‘cause I need a fade

Cop me a zip because I’m getting paid

I need some lean but that nigga be taxing

Not playin’ tennis we making a racket

I feel like Stone Cold my niggas be wrestling

Moving that pack, applying the pressure

She drop me a round, I call up my tesla

What lil nigga, pull up on me get shot lil nigga

I’m with them goons on the block lil nigga

Keepin’ them grams in my sock lil nigga

I’m on the block, I’m with your hoe

She snorting coke, it’s all on her nose

Me and Heaven trained a couple of bitches

Can’t trust em really these niggas be snitches

Look Like the pacific lil nigga I’m dripping

Call me a hood rat I need some chicken

Shoot like Ray Allen I’m playing the game

I see yall it’s first 48

The head is so great but I don’t know her name

12 pulled me over for switching them lanes

I bonded out lil nigga I’m banging

First day out, go run that shit back

You want my old shit, go play that shit back

Yeroc that nigga you know I’ma snap

That nigga be tweaking I serve him the crack

Put one in his head, put two in his back

12 be searching they scoping the scene

They baggin’ the body we got away clean

Hey lil nigga get your racks up

Chasin’ the bag got our bands up

I fuck that bitch got my hands up

Your bitch a nympho she ready to fuck

She taking this dick she swallowing nut

Feel like a ratchet take her in the butt

Pull up to v-live I’m rolling these woods

Go to any hood you know that I’m good

G37 that’s all on my whip

Glock 45 keep that on my hip