fr 317bizzy (Turn up kings) Video (MV)

Woke up in a youngn' aight ok woke in the morning and youngn' feeling litty
(Tell um Swizz tell um)
Big Grah !! Big doom
Big Grah big doom
Yessir
A Say less or say with your chest
Woke up in morning and youngn' feeling litty
Mirror mirror mirror who the flyest in the city

My dawgs like F1
We gone pull up in a jiffy
Put him in a jar turn his ass to a skippy
Brick overboarder throwing that shit like it's frisbee
Niggas acting like mice nick name micky
( what )
Baby talking about her wishes Shorty i ain't Jenny
(Never that)
Surrounded by them lions and the goats and the grizzlies
(grizzliess)
When it comes to the money yea my Bros, they them hordors
(Yuhhh)
Send the Addy just like Walt
Big dawg we serve ya
(Yuhhh)
South side boys big dawg we don't know ya
(We don't know yuhh)
Watch what you say ,
Cuz my dawgs they bipolar
(No cap)
Everyday is a purge
(What!)
Niggas flipping birds
Feel like Tony !
Mama said the world is yours
Two things I won't break
That's my balls and my words
He say he's in the streets, knock his ass to the curve
(Pow)
I'm the turn-up king baby cant you see?
(Can't you see)
Float like a butterfly sting like a bee
My gang's in treats
(Tell um)
Just came in the game but I'm top 3-1-7 hitters yea that's all nigga really need
(Mob)
Shot out shorti yea I'm bringing all the static
(Kooms)
Ain't no I in team I'm passing like I'm majic
(Big bull in)
Swizzo made another one feeling like I'm khaled
(Tell um swiz tell um )
But listen It's mr' grahh grahh grahh
(Grah Grah)
DOOM
Mr' grahh grahh grahh
(Grah Grah)
DOOM
Mr' grahh grahh grahh
(Grah Grah)
DOOM
Ah Mr' doom doom
(317 the MOB nigga)
Doom doom doom!
BACK up in this bitch like i never left
(Never left)
The way my chain hit you think I'm selling meth
(Selling meth)
Ain't get this over night I had to take baby steps
And you gone meet them pearly gates
(What)
If you reach for my neck
(Pow pow)
Got my nigga Swizzo
He call we press the issue
We don't give a f*ck who with you
We gone send them missiles
Bitch I Ben a boss since the youngn' and I'm to official
Niggas fouled out the way we blow we these whistles
Yea we blowing guns
And we want smoke for fun
And if you think shit sweet sweet
You gone hold you one
(We gone hold you one nogga)
Say he getting money never seen a honey bun
Boy when they up them things
You know you can't run
In 2020 made a quarter Millie
It's 317 but I got SSB f*cking with me
And you know we run the city
Know we run the city
317bizzy
Woke up in morning and youngn' feeling litty
Mirror mirror who the flys in the city
My gawgs like F1
We gone pull up in a jiffy
Put him in a jar turn his ass to a skippy
Brick overboarder throwing that shit like it's frisbee
Niggas acting like mice nick name micky
Baby talking about her wishes Shorty i ain't Jenny
Surrounded by them lions and the goats and the grizzlies
Drahhh!