Hook:

Damn shawty wild damn shawty wild
Damn shawty wild damn shawty wild
Got the club goin wild club goin wild
Club goin wild club goin wild

Turn it up hold up turn it turn it up
Turn it up hold up turn it turn it up

Turn it up (x8)

Verse 1:

Man ya girl too close
I'ma take her you can coast
Type a player who could coach
Tony Montana Kukoc

R Kelly to these niggas
Pissin on em I believe I can fly
Left the club retired 23 kicks
Came back with the 45

Smokin that Adam and Eve
Eat off my tree nigga you will sure die
You don't want it with me let ya girl try
Got hella kicks closet Mua Tai

Tell ya like Hov told Big nigga
For I die I'll be multi
Keep a gun side me and a blunt fired
But never sold nothin that's how my unc died

I been on one since my bro died
We was ride or die so I'm gon ride
With my AR extra clips ready
And my hips heavy I got both nines

Chevy ridin since I was 16
25 with a 15
Might turn the inside crimson tide
Still keep the outside whipped cream

Find me in the mouth of a hater
Style clean as Listerine
Girls on girls I don't like to instigate
But I might just intervene

She catchin feelings in club
Swear to me that she in love
I just wanna kill the pussy
On my OJ Simpson fittin up my glove

Nowadays like the game changed
Man it just isn't what it was
They ain't sick but got a buzz
Some these niggas lookin sus

Some these bruhs might be really sisters
Some them women pictures might be really niggas
I won't come to fuck ya til I seen u naked
Bring that money with ya if u wanna make it

All my niggas bangers
Twisting up they fingers
Killers in my St Louis all the way to Vegas
We might make a movie if you entertain us
If u ain't a DJ please don't try to play us

Wait up I ain't no killer don't push me
I don't smoke Reggie don't bush me
Man my flow wet as her pussy
Hannibal Lector the pussy

All of these haters they lookin
Well should we get it in or what
You know I keep a nina tucked
You know my niggas in the cut

Yolo livin in a rush
Roll a Swisher hit a blunt
We in the VIP mixin cups
Niggas finna turn it up

[Hook]

Verse 2:

Mosheh Koke ya ho a crack addict
Blowin so much smoke turn her asthmatic
I'm a flossy nigga what it cost my nigga
I'm a boss nigga
I'm a damn savage
You could ask Randy
You could ask Moss
Catch some bullets passin
AR quarterbackin
Smoke a quarter bag and I ain't have to pass it
Cop another half and now I'm back at it

Bae just love how ya man tatted
Paper cuts from the mathematics
Hugged me in the club
I ain't know who she was til she shake that ass backwards

Faded up couple plastic cups
Blunt wrapped up puff puff passin
I might swear to u that I am not an addict
Then a minute later swear I gotta have it

Slow lane in some fast traffic
In a traffic jam speedin
Blue magic that's a brand name
Krack turn ya hunger into fiening
Suffocation no breathing
Have ya main woman leakin
Hot as grease in a water boiling pot
I am summer's favorite season

Press power on the whip
Press power on the whip

Cash out on the strip
Cash out on the strip

Max out at the bar
Spaz out in the vip

Pass out in a foreign
Wake up with a fifth

In stay klutch in the fourth
I stay high like the 6

Red beam the assist
Shoot the 9 and its swish

Couple nines on my hip
Hollow tips in the a clip

Press power on the whip
Slide out with yo bitch

[Hook