I wake up, do what I want, mix my gin with my fruit punch.
You might get punked, ride with me You might get skunked, I might call my bae I might call a bruh, I might call my dog I might call the squad, I might go out
Stay in right through a party.
Call my friends.
Open my window.
Open my drink.
Go hard.
This ain't MS Paint.
Y'all think I party too much?
What?
Y'all don't party enough.
Nah.
Keep talking, I ain't caring.
Real talk, responsibilities for parents.
Damn, bruh.
I ain't got maturity, so guess what?
I'ma keep living how I'm living.
So turn fast, life's slow burn.
Ice cold, bad props drop.
We turn it up for the Wednesday!
We turn it up for the Thursday!
Thank you.
Yeah, fuck chill, bitch, crush it, I been snorting pill Hit that pussy good, I pay for the mortgage bill Drive below and make these lanes spin a quarter mil
A couple years ago I couldn't afford a meal Now it's all gold, everything, Trinidad I'm off the top, fuck a pen and pad I bust a nut and put it in a cab I got a gram like the Reynolds Wrap Turn my fucking shit up to the windows, whack
These new screens got my hair stuck.
Ain't where they put inside my red cup.
I stand out like a red duck.
I throw the deuces if the hair sucks.
I'm in the cut like the fast truck.
We gon' party till we end up in the hospital when the cops come and kick the door down and pop pistols, yeah.
We ain't got no chill when I slap a nigga's tits in the hand, got no grill.
Red cup, so turd, fast life.
ice cold bad rocks drive slow fast cars we turn up for the friday we turn up for the saturday we turn up for the sunday we turn up for the day
Drink till I'm sick.
Play with my dick as I blaze with these chicks.
Hate me to prints.
Big nuts lean back, walk with a limp.
No fucks given when I talk to a bitch.
Not gonna quit.
Spending my nights.
All up at the club.
That's the shit.
that I like.
Party when I want, put the liquor on ice.
Fuck a hater, no chill living that life.
Welcome to the Tunk Show.
Fuck hoes.
Money by the buttload.
Uh-oh.
Shit about the pop.
Pop shit, get your tin rock.
It's hot.
The booty go.
Clap, clap, applause.
Hold up on a stick with the ass fat.
god just break it down mom and let me see that booty bounce
So turn fast, life's slow, burn ice cold, bad rocks drop.
slow fast cars we turn up for the monday we turn up for the tuesday we turn up for the wednesday we turn up for the thursday
We turn up for the Friday!
We turn up for the Saturday!
We turn up for the Sunday!
We turn up for the fucking day!
