TTU ft. Sauce Yagi Lyrics

Yep

It's Dirty Datnigahdirty

Let work

Huh

What what what

I'm so gone I'm so gone

Bitch I'm too turnt up

Bitch I'm so faded so faded

I'm too turned up

Thank god I made it

It's crazy

I'm too turned up for real

Huh huh

I'm so gone I'm so gone

Bitch I'm too turned up

Bitch I'm so faded so faded

I'm too turned up

Thank god I made it

It's crazy

I'm too turned up for real

What what what

Huh

Bad lil bitch

She throwing it back

Man knowing me

I be blowing my pack

Man knowing me

I be beating her back

I beat it I beat it I beat it I beat it

If you talking about this gwop

Hell yeah money

Man you know that I need it

I'm drunk as fuck

Off a fifth of that duse

It ain't no goose

But it's getting me loose

I drink shit straight

Don't need no juice

My shit one hundred

Don't need no proof

That lil bitch a thotty

That bitch ran through

Imma do me

I don't know about you

Trying to cop a new foreign

Trying to cop a new coupe

Have it all red

Something like SooWoo

Got a big truck

For my nigahs thats loaded up

With them nigahs

That's ready to shoot

My nigahs they steppas for real

They step in new balance

My nigahs

Ain't stepping in boots

My nigah you claiming you real

You claiming you solid

My nigah but where

Is the proof

I mean you claiming you real

You steady be lying

My nigah just tell me the truth

For real

Huh

I'm so throwed I'm so throwed

Nigga I'm too turned up

On God

I'm wasted I'm wasted

Like Gucci bruh

Thank God

I made it I made it

I'm too turned up

Huh

What huh

I'm so throwed I'm so throwed

Nigga I'm too turned up

On God

I'm wasted I'm wasted

Like Gucci bruh

Thank God

I made it I made it

I'm too turned up

Huh

No gunna I'm out of sight

I'm out of mind

Shot of the casa

Shot of the henny

And some cut water

No I ain't fine

Think I was better

Sipping the wok

High as fuck off of a line

Moving too fast

Heartbeat racing

Feel like Wayne

Feel like dying

Keep killing flows

And I ain't even trying

Long live k-swift

Yeah I feel like sliding

If it's my business you know that I mind it

We ain't the clipse

But nigga we grinding

Watch on wrist

And it's perfect timing

Looking too hard

But you can't find it

Cooking shit like a chef

At the top of the line

You gotta get yours

Cause imma get mine

Huh

Huh I'm so gone I'm so gone

Bitch I'm too turned up

Bitch I'm so faded so faded

I'm too turned up

Thank god my made it

It's crazy

I'm too turned up for real

What Huh

I'm so throwed I'm so throwed

Nigga I'm too turned up

On God

I'm wasted I'm wasted

Like Gucci bruh

Thank God

I made it I made it

I'm too turned up

Huh

Ohhh

Uhhh uhhh

Uhhh Uhhh Uhhh

Uhhh

Uhhh

Oh

We're back in our zone

(Yeah we back)

(Back in our zone)

Still the king of our thrones

(Still we the king)

(Of our thrones)

Forty four yeah we on

(Fourty four zero six yeah we on)

What we got yeah we own

(What we got)

(Yeah yeah we on what)

Wipe us down

(Wipe up wipe up us down)(What)

Sauce us up

(Sauce sauce sauce sauce)

(Sauce-in up what)

Wherever we go

(Wherever wherever we go)

We too turned up