
Turn It Up
versatileastrochicc· 2:29 · 19 plays · v3-preview
- male vocalist
- boastful
- rap
- southern hip hop
- 2020s
- energetic
- new orleans
- hedonistic
- detroit trap
- trap
- bounce
- party
Lyrics
Intro
Ayy, look
Turn that shit up
Yeah, yeah
What's happenin'?
Chorus
Whole lotta pressure when I walk in
Big mood, I ain't worried 'bout a damn thing
She got her own bag, she don't need my chain
We both outside, tryna make the whole place shake
Whole lotta pressure, don't kill my vibe
Too much talk, better keep that shit outside
I came with my people, we ain't here to fight
Just tryna turn this motherfucker up tonight
Verse 1
Walk through the door, everybody look
I ain't even pose, I just came off the hook
My girl look good, got the whole room shook
He keep starin', better close that book
I got my crew in the back, drinks on the table
DJ play that shit, now the floor unstable
Everybody yellin', nobody actin' regular
Whole place jumpin', this shit gettin' ridiculous
She said, "You always loud," I said, "That's the point"
We don't do no boring, we came to make noise
If the beat got bounce, then we all get involved
Ain't nobody sittin' when the bass hit hard
Chorus
Whole lotta pressure when I walk in
Big mood, I ain't worried 'bout a damn thing
She got her own bag, she don't need my chain
We both outside, tryna make the whole place shake
Whole lotta pressure, don't kill my vibe
Too much talk, better keep that shit outside
I came with my people, we ain't here to fight
Just tryna turn this motherfucker up tonight
Verse 2
She got a slick mouth, talk back, I like that
Tell me "move around," then she pull me right back
I ain't tryna argue, I'm just here for the fun
If she say she ready, then we gone when she done
Phone keep ringin', I ain't checkin' that shit
Everybody outside, got the whole squad lit
He actin' too tough, but he scared to dance
Now he in the corner tryna watch my hands
I came for a good time, not a long debate
Tell the DJ run it back, let the whole room shake
If they came with bad vibes, let 'em stay by the gate
We got one more song, we ain't leavin' this place
Bridge
Turn it up, turn it up
Don't give a fuck, let it bump
Hands high, bass low
Everybody lose control
Final Chorus
Whole lotta pressure when I walk in
Big mood, I ain't worried 'bout a damn thing
She got her own bag, she don't need my chain
We both outside, tryna make the whole place shake
Whole lotta pressure, don't kill my vibe
Too much talk, better keep that shit outside
I came with my people, we ain't here to fight
Just tryna turn this motherfucker up tonight
Outro
Ayy
Whole lotta pressure
Run that shit back
Yeah
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