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Yg - Turnt Up Lyrics

[Intro: YG]
Mustard on the beat, ho

[Chorus: Cookie Money]
We turnt up on these bitch niggas
Riding round with the hundred in the drum, nigga
I'm from Oakland, I'm a pimp, nigga
Sell dope, sit on the turf and talk shit, nigga
[?] throwing B's up
Yeah all my niggas strapped, we don't give a fuck
We do our time, nigga, no talking
[?] in the guns, [?]

[Verse 1: YG]
OK, I'm doing about 50
[?] 450
I'm just tryna fuck, no hickies
With the [?] I'ma bail me out quickly
2 years with a strike sound tricky
I fuck hoes, whip foreigns, rock ice
Throwing up gang signs, nigga, that's life
I'm on the block like [?]
Shooting dice, [?] the homie socked you out twice
I just got a check, I'm finna blow it
The homie finna turn snitching, you ain't even know it
Two T's stand for tricks
I gotta stay on, 'cause [?] have to try to make no [?] like [?]
I'm turnt up on you bitch niggas
You ain't got [?] you niggas sick, 'cause we rich, nigga
While you missing your bitch, nigga
I'm missing phone calls that I ain't supposed to miss, nigga
What
[Chorus: Cookie Money]
We turnt up on these bitch niggas
Riding round with the hundred in the drum, nigga
I'm from Oakland, I'm a pimp, nigga
Sell dope, sit on the turf and talk shit, nigga
[?] throwing B's up
Yeah all my niggas strapped, we don't give a fuck
We do our time, nigga, no talking
[?] in the guns, [?]

[Verse 2: Cookie Money]
It's Cookie Money, and I flip bricks
Cooking dope, while your main bitch turn tricks
Driving whips since the 6th grade
Ain't made a dollar from rap, but I been paid
A thousand grams of that cocaine
I made a hundred thousand dealing in the dope game
Rich before rap, yeah I did that jazz
Astins, Lambos, no Lacks
I'm getting money, I'm a made nigga
She suck my dick, and I told her she has to pay, nigga
I don't fuck with them broke bitches
Before we fuck, I told that bitch she had to go get it
I want bands, bitch, no quickies
Hollo tips in the 30 Glock and my cemmi
I'm strapped up and turnt up
[?] I don't give a fuck, you niggas'll get wet up
[Chorus: Cookie Money]
We turnt up on these bitch niggas
Riding round with the hundred in the drum, nigga
I'm from Oakland, I'm a pimp, nigga
Sell dope, sit on the turf and talk shit, nigga
[?] throwing B's up
Yeah all my niggas strapped, we don't give a fuck
We do our time, nigga, no talking
[?] in the guns, [?]