BeezyG - Dont Turn Me up Lyrics

Y'all niggas wannabes
Let's not forget who started this shit, for real
F*ck ass nigga
Look, don't turn me up
Had your bitch inside my crib, she want a kiss
Don't turn me up
Designer down, I had that nigga running rick
Don't turn me up
I ran up 50 in one month, they want the kid
Don't turn me up
Stop acting like I'm pussy, you the one who's scared
Don't turn me up
Keep on frontin' with that drum and get your leg ate
Ask them, bitch, who did it? Won't say nothin' to no fed bait
Your man on a fitted, try to slide but bitch, you too late
Joy come out them sticks when I start bustin' out them 2Ks
Bodies in a suitcase, we bust that bitch in two ways
Louis V my shoes, bae, be flexin' till my due date
Pussy way too juicy, so I don't need a new bae
She said she wanna link today, I said be back in two days
Cause I ain't got no time for no bitch
Catch me hangin' out that window when I'm ridin' with the stick
Catch them duckin' like it's limbo when it flyin' at his shit
They like, how you ridin' limos? Cause I grind for this shit
I had a sign for this shit and put in time for this shit
I had to fly while niggas walkin', leave them blind for this shit
I had to rap while niggas talkin' just to find for this shit
I had to bark these niggas barkin', get outta the line in this bitch
BOW
So you my mans, huh? You got my back, you finna' slide, you got them hands, huh
You wouldn't lack, you got that stick that wouldn't jam, huh
But you done jammed over a bitch, you turkey ham, huh
No thanks was given when you f*cked up on my mans, huh
And tell your fat ass friends that they can catch the hands, huh
Y'all niggas all my sons and you gon' get a tan, huh
I f*ck my bitch in a hot dress, so f*ck that band, huh
So f*ck that band, huh
Y'all niggas need some money, y'all should get a job
I'm done playin' with these niggas, send them up like King Da Ka
Bitch, how did you flex? You caught a misdemeanor from the cops
And I still got the text of you sayin' you love me, bitch, on God
Look, don't turn me up, had your bitch inside my crib, she want a kiss
Don't turn me up, designer down, I had that nigga runnin' rick
Don't turn me up, I ran up 50 in one month, they want the kid
Don't turn me up, stop acting like I'm pussy, you the one who scared
Don't turn me up, keep on frontin' with that drum and get your leg ate
Ask them, bitch, who did it? Won't say nothin' to no fed bait
Your man on a fitted, try to slide but bitch, you too late
Joy come out them sticks when I start bustin' out them 2Ks
Bitch, why should I stress? Don't give a f*ck about who winnin', shoot with seconds left
Pop out with 30K like niggas was just breakin' meth
Got too much money just to sit, I ate a stick and left
My bitch done gobbled up my dick, I had to take a sec
My niggas ridin' round with that stick, so nigga, f*ck your set
That choppa filled with double D's like it was Antoinette
My niggas cover all five angles like we doin' rec
My nigga, who is next