Roscoe Dash - USTA lyrics

rate me

I remember way back when

I used to turn up by myself

Now we done came a long way

Look at everybody else

All they wanna do is turn up

Turn up, turn up, turn up

All they wanna do is turn up

Turn up, turn up, turn up

All they wanna do is

Riding through the city with my top back

Bad bitch on my head like a top hat

Reminiscing on the money I ain’t got yet

Kill the pain, never gonna see me, gotta cop that

Whatever I want at whatever time

Or just a hell of dream for a hell of a wife

For one hell of a blunt I got my head over high

I woke up from that dream with her hands high

I smoke one hell of a blunt to get my hell of a high

Got a billion texts, I never know how to drive

My ex bitch keep texting, I never replied

‘Cause if I went back where she start my nigga without me

I snuck up in the club like I know somebody

I could buy the hotel, even own the lobby

Got so many women I got hoes somebody

And get paid every day like they owe somebody

If you got what it takes better show somebody

Shit, what’s the deal, what’s the word

That nigga Sco say he ain’t doing hooks no more

Motherfucker didn’t heard

That nigga got dope bars on deck

No charge, A1, no flaws

Man, that nigga go hard as a motherfucker

En guard, no pause

I remember way back when

I used to turn up by myself

Now we done came a long way

Look at everybody else

All they wanna do is turn up

Turn up, turn up, turn up

All they wanna do is turn up

Turn up, turn up, turn up

All they wanna do is

Look, I’mma get money till the casket drop

Y’all thought a nigga quit ‘cause I had to stop

I have too much weight, they just have to cop it

And I make some new shit, I just have to drop

Like cut my check like I had a top

‘Cause a nigga done been there

You was watching me, I’m turning for your mom’s girl

That’s why you blind over two nails

Let me throw a competition on a politician

A bearing fact that y’all cost efficient

I don’t answer the phone if a cop is missing

So that shit explain why I’m optimistic

I need a window and a pot to piss in

Am EMJ and Scottie Pippen

And all that help but it still won’t help

Nigga kill yourself but you watch the news

And niggas try to overlook what they don’t understand

But really other bitches turn me out of hand

And I got so many hits that this bitch wanna say

Who wanna catch me? Now enough of that

And it’s a nigga really know song for real

Yeah, they know it, yeah

‘Cause I’m really better, that’s all

And a little bit of that hoe

I remember way back when

I used to turn up by myself

Now we done came a long way

Look at everybody else

All they wanna do is turn up

Turn up, turn up, turn up

All they wanna do is turn up

Turn up, turn up, turn up

All they wanna do is

I don’t really be tripping, no, all the time

And get to this money that’s on my line

I said I’m way too, oh never fall behind

Can’t say the same for you other niggas fall in line

This rap shit can be so much game

It’s like a vacation, the niggas think you down

Some bitch niggas get a glimpse of shining

Start running round screaming that we world is my shit

That ain’t your line, I get dough in here

Extra fair so stay on top of my shit

Musically I still used to be where I used to be

But I got tired of all of that shit

You niggas should be tired of losing, I’m tired of cruising

I wanna drive off in that shit

Yo bitch won’t slide off of my dick

She love it, I says much ass

You love my style but you’re stuck at me

She stuck to me, I’mma bounce back

To go where she want when she want

Transportation, translation, amputation

Fuck cutting, fuck something

Our squad is the nigga city, can’t come, you never see when I kick it

I’m a 300 million show and these folks still screaming go

I smoke green, see green, I go

Not too wet it with the green I know

I show it all across the globe

Get 100 thousand a show

Took off all that shit I owe

Put off all that shit you owe

Never mind that shit ‘cause it’s right back

Been flexing all on your bitch ass

I just got a new necklace

And a watch with my wings ass

My girl kissed her girlfriend on the mouth

What a sick ass, you know my sex driving

She don’t never ever, ever, ever, ever wanna get my game mad

I’m Sinbad, no I sin bad

Fresh every day, I got ten swag

Kill these motherfuckers like Bin Laden

Flow on fire like 10 dragons

She called to the game, y’all been lagging

I guess that’s what they mad for

I always knew we was number one but just really don’t like the press

So I just kick it