Teh, ha, pull up the ting, gon' turn up
Teh, ha, ha, pull up the ting, gon' turn up
Pull up the ting, gon' turn up (brr) (bop bop bop, bop bop bop, bop bop bop)
Yeah, yeah, pull up the ting, gon' turn up
Oh, slatt, pull up, the P's, gon' turn up
Smoke out the P, Biscotti weed, I burn up
Reflection of me, I bought her the brand new Rover
I get in that jeans, wet water like Pepsi, Cola
Ah ah, I got an old cougar
Fine brown, give me that brown sugar
Thom Browne, drippin' your town, hold up
Gunna got now, we make the world turn up
Pull up the ting, gon' turn up
Cashmere turtle, yeah, I've been in her girdle
My baby a flirter, I let her get away with murder
Just like the front burner, I ain't got no scrubs in my circle
Teh, ha, pull up the ting, gon' turn up
Teh, ha, ha, pull up the ting, gon' turn up
Pull up the ting, gon' turn up (brr) (bop bop bop, bop bop bop, bop bop bop)
Yeah, yeah, pull up the ting, gon' turn up
Huh, fly to France and we can spend time in the Louvre
Magically, time was in loop
Jump in the coupe, then take a flight back to Cruz
Prada the sign on my boots
I got baddies on mind, been in love since I dropped moods
I fuck my bitches in twos
How the fuck can I lose? Try, won't come out my shoes
Jacket Moncler, in my town I'm pushin' that P
I'm out, send forty for the fee
Man just copped a bando by the sea
Might spend another month in LA
Just a fucked a French bitch from The Bay
And from a Sénégalais, je ne parle pas le Français, yeah
Teh, ha, pull up the ting, gon' turn up
Teh, ha, ha, pull up the ting, gon' turn up
Pull up the ting, gon' turn up (brr) (bop bop bop, bop bop bop, bop bop bop)
Yeah, yeah, pull up the ting, gon' turn up