This is a song about "Turnt up"

The cool say i'm thug

I made all this shit up

Hold up, hold up, hold up, we bear the croix

You got phat pockets like a fat boy

Without your love it's cold as fuck

Every night we blowin up

Raising it up, levitating, lifting it up,

I can hear the bells ringing off the nice dream truck

Shit, they'll put the dogs in the truck

Lights coming up, night coming up,

The victims real shaken up

Some niggas ain't got no luck

She seen that geechi shit, ain't been to church since

I never show up end up getting suspensions

Say what you wanna but

So i picked the pen up