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Letra : Yu - Gi - Oh!
Turn up on that pu**y, yeah
Turn up on that pu**y, yeah (Dig)
I might turn up on that pu**y, yeah (Uno, I killed it)
I just might turn up on that pu**y hoe
This the one that get your grandmama, that shotta flow
We the ones who ran them boys up out the studio (Shh)
We the ones who pulled your card just like it's Yu-Gi-Oh! (Let's go)
This that Go-Go Gadget, the strap is inside my jacket
Ever heard of magic, keep playing, [?] (Uno, I killed it)
Got a FN, weigh four pounds, it's made of plastic (Let's go)
It should be a f**king crime, all this designer fashion
Told you to stop playing, that boy deceased, not one of them (No)
He is not one for discussion, he don't want no friends (No)
Told him wе the one to pop you like a soda can (Dig)
Don't you gеt in the way, away I'm going, 'cause I ain't got to explain it to you (Dig)
Molly, Percocet, I see in the future
Oxycontin, Oxycontin, she's an abuser (Ooh)
N***as rats, tellin', tellin', they some accusers
She's a chooser 'cause you are a loser (Woah, dig)
I just might turn up on that pu**y hoe
This the one that get your grandmama, that shotta flow
We the ones who ran them boys up out the studio (Shh)
We the ones who pulled your card just like it's Yu-Gi-Oh! (Let's go)
This that Go Go Gadget, the strap is inside my jacket
Ever heard of magic, keep playing, [?] (Uno, I killed it)
Got a FN, weigh four pounds, it's made of plastic (Let's go)
It should be a f**king crime, all this designer fashion
Brown, tan, bite down, it ain't bubble gum (Gum)
Shooter on speed dial, pull up, get 'em all slumped (Fft-fft)
I ain't got no patience for a lil' b*t*h, ain't even pop no sh*t (Sh*t)
N***as still locked and stuck in the hood like that's as good as it get (As it get)
Brown, tall, shawty thick, met her at J.R. Crick' (J.R. Crick')
Give that b*t*h some d**k, now she walk around with my stick (With my stick)
We the ones hard to convince, she cap and took me in sin
I ain't got time to commit, securing my bag and get my bands (Band)
I just might turn up on that pu**y hoe (Band, pu**y)
This the one that get your grandmama, that shotta flow(Bah)
We the ones who ran them boys up out the studio (Fft-fft, Shh)
We the ones who pulled your card just like it's Yu-Gi-Oh! (Let's go)
This that Go Go Gadget, the strap is inside my jacket (Make you dip)
Ever heard of magic, keep playing, [?] (Uno, I killed it, nah, for real)
Got a FN, weigh four pounds, it's made of plastic (Fah-fah, nah, for real)
It should be a f**king crime, all this designer fashion (Nah, for real)
This that automatic, Kel-Tec, shoot it, turn that boy to a past
Go-Go Gadget, transform from a Urus like the lil' bro crashed it (Vroom, vroom-vroom)
Glock 17 is plastic, you f**k with us and then you wreaking havoc
Looking like Zoë Kravitz, back in the trap and we having, pills and dope in the mattress
Track was the atlas, make these lil' n***as the maddest, b*t*hes I f**k be the baddest
Like the ones that be in pageants, Chrome Heart denim with the cross on the patches
Free bands, free bands, I feel like Future
OxyContin, OxyContin, dealer turned user
Turn up, turn up, turn up, turn up, I just might turn up on that pu**y hoe
This the one that get your grandmama, that shotta flow
We the ones who ran them boys up out the studio (Shh)
We the ones who pulled your card just like it's Yu-Gi-Oh! (Let's go)
This that Go Go Gadget, the strap is inside my jacket
Ever heard of magic, keep playing, [?] (Uno, I killed it)
Got a FN, weigh four pounds, it's made of plastic (Let's go)
It should be a f**king crime, all this designer fashion
Turn up on that pu**y, yeah (Dig)
I might turn up on that pu**y, yeah (Uno, I killed it)
I just might turn up on that pu**y hoe
This the one that get your grandmama, that shotta flow
We the ones who ran them boys up out the studio (Shh)
We the ones who pulled your card just like it's Yu-Gi-Oh! (Let's go)
This that Go-Go Gadget, the strap is inside my jacket
Ever heard of magic, keep playing, [?] (Uno, I killed it)
Got a FN, weigh four pounds, it's made of plastic (Let's go)
It should be a f**king crime, all this designer fashion
Told you to stop playing, that boy deceased, not one of them (No)
He is not one for discussion, he don't want no friends (No)
Told him wе the one to pop you like a soda can (Dig)
Don't you gеt in the way, away I'm going, 'cause I ain't got to explain it to you (Dig)
Molly, Percocet, I see in the future
Oxycontin, Oxycontin, she's an abuser (Ooh)
N***as rats, tellin', tellin', they some accusers
She's a chooser 'cause you are a loser (Woah, dig)
I just might turn up on that pu**y hoe
This the one that get your grandmama, that shotta flow
We the ones who ran them boys up out the studio (Shh)
We the ones who pulled your card just like it's Yu-Gi-Oh! (Let's go)
This that Go Go Gadget, the strap is inside my jacket
Ever heard of magic, keep playing, [?] (Uno, I killed it)
Got a FN, weigh four pounds, it's made of plastic (Let's go)
It should be a f**king crime, all this designer fashion
Brown, tan, bite down, it ain't bubble gum (Gum)
Shooter on speed dial, pull up, get 'em all slumped (Fft-fft)
I ain't got no patience for a lil' b*t*h, ain't even pop no sh*t (Sh*t)
N***as still locked and stuck in the hood like that's as good as it get (As it get)
Brown, tall, shawty thick, met her at J.R. Crick' (J.R. Crick')
Give that b*t*h some d**k, now she walk around with my stick (With my stick)
We the ones hard to convince, she cap and took me in sin
I ain't got time to commit, securing my bag and get my bands (Band)
I just might turn up on that pu**y hoe (Band, pu**y)
This the one that get your grandmama, that shotta flow(Bah)
We the ones who ran them boys up out the studio (Fft-fft, Shh)
We the ones who pulled your card just like it's Yu-Gi-Oh! (Let's go)
This that Go Go Gadget, the strap is inside my jacket (Make you dip)
Ever heard of magic, keep playing, [?] (Uno, I killed it, nah, for real)
Got a FN, weigh four pounds, it's made of plastic (Fah-fah, nah, for real)
It should be a f**king crime, all this designer fashion (Nah, for real)
This that automatic, Kel-Tec, shoot it, turn that boy to a past
Go-Go Gadget, transform from a Urus like the lil' bro crashed it (Vroom, vroom-vroom)
Glock 17 is plastic, you f**k with us and then you wreaking havoc
Looking like Zoë Kravitz, back in the trap and we having, pills and dope in the mattress
Track was the atlas, make these lil' n***as the maddest, b*t*hes I f**k be the baddest
Like the ones that be in pageants, Chrome Heart denim with the cross on the patches
Free bands, free bands, I feel like Future
OxyContin, OxyContin, dealer turned user
Turn up, turn up, turn up, turn up, I just might turn up on that pu**y hoe
This the one that get your grandmama, that shotta flow
We the ones who ran them boys up out the studio (Shh)
We the ones who pulled your card just like it's Yu-Gi-Oh! (Let's go)
This that Go Go Gadget, the strap is inside my jacket
Ever heard of magic, keep playing, [?] (Uno, I killed it)
Got a FN, weigh four pounds, it's made of plastic (Let's go)
It should be a f**king crime, all this designer fashion
