Credits
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
R. M. Brough
Songwriter
G. R. Frazier
Songwriter
Lyrics
My chick pop up in a 9'6
Impala, saucy like fish sticks
Cream inside, peanut butter outdo'
Chill by the lake, then we dip to the sideshow
Hit the bull pit, we by the High street exit
LQ block, Vett heads and intake, Uh
No box Chevys, they ride in Lexo's
Old G Infiniti's with tinted windows
Oakland, California... We don't do the Maybach
Powered by Chev, or it's floatin' in a hatchback
They comin' in to the town to see what's boppin'
Come to F with the town, they pop up from Stockton
Yeah, sworm up from all over
Seen Nevada plates on a candy blue Nova
Feels like 03 again on a dope spot
Where they giggin' turf dance in the middle of the block
Turn the bass up, let your high kick in
It's turnt up! Oh boy, I am lit
It's turnt up! Oh boy, I am lit
It's turnt up! Oh boy, I am lit
Turn the bass up, let your high kick in
It's turnt up! Oh boy, I am lit
It's turnt up! Oh boy, I am lit
It's turnt up! Oh boy, I am lit... Boy
At the Nip Store on Grand, with three dimes
Mobbin' 84 Beamer, slappin' 3X
Gazelle frames with the seat reclined
On some Luniz shit, ignorin' all street signs
All gas, no brakes baby!
Put a half in my drank just to stay lazy
Circle the lake as I boogie tho
Headed downtown for gas at the cookie sto'
Where I'm at
We don't rat like Tekashi, NOPE! You'll get bodied
Slappin' that Biaje... YUP!
In the town, we get busy quick
Do a bid and bounce back like Richie Rich
It's all dope era, 80's Coke terrors birthed all go-getters
Listen boy, you have to know better
Life is Too $hort, so we turn't and blow cheddar
Turn the bass up, let your high kick in
It's turnt up! Oh boy, I am lit
It's turnt up! Oh boy, I am lit
It's turnt up! Oh boy, I am lit
Turn the bass up, let your high kick in
It's turnt up! Oh boy, I am lit
It's turnt up! Oh boy, I am lit
It's turnt up! Oh boy, I am lit... Boy
Writer(s): G. R. Frazier, R. M. Brough
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