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My homies we lit aye
Everybody wanna go different ways
Everybody wanna have different taste
But we always throw our food in the waste
Same style but they looking the same
Right-click boy and copy and paste
Same person but two different fates
Now wait a minute why these homies so fake
Why they showing me love why they saying I'm great
Why they secretly hoping for me to crash and break
Waiting for me to crumble like a flake
Making sure the moves I make is a mistake
While a lot of stuff where nobody I don't do breaks
Celebrating through life cause I'm never taking any gary looking ass snails
Lighting shit up
This trying to stop a homie from elevating
Oh lord, oh lord have mercy
I call myself a thug 'cause I ain't girly
My life ain't straight nigga but it's curly
Looping through everything trying to get to know me
It's gonna be a heavy journey
Bomb her and kill her attorney
Arm her and kill her attorney
No, wait a minute why you always tripping
Why you always spitting when you always yelling
Turn this shit to a fricking fricking waterfall
My squad be lit we be going overboard
We be turning up to Monday
Turning up to Tuesday
Turning up til' Wednesday
My homies we lit aye
All week, all week, all week, all week
Turnin' up, turnin' up, turnin' up, all week
All week, all week, all week, all week
Turnin' up, turnin' up, turnin' up, all week
All week, all week, all week, all week
Turnin' up, turnin' up, turnin' up, all week
All week, all week, all week, all week
Turnin' up, turnin' up, turnin' up, all week
All week, all week, all week, all week
Turnin' up, turnin' up, turnin' up, all week
All week, all week, all week, all week
Turnin' up, turnin' up, turnin' up, all week
All week, all week, all week, all week
Turnin' up, turnin' up, turnin' up, all week