Luh Tyler - On A Tuesday Lyrics

Turnin' up on Tuesday
Yeah, turnin' up on Tuesday
Yeah, yo' bitch gone off the D'USSE
(Xan, let me hit that motherfucker)
Yeah, nigga, what?

We turnin' up on Tuesday (woo, woo, woo)
And I got your bitch gone off the D'USSE (off the D'USSE)
I'm gettin' paper, give a fuck about what you say (fuck what you say)
Take a nigga bitch, I'm in her mouth just like some toothpaste (like some toothpaste, nigga)
I'm in a new coupe with a new bitch (with a new bitch)
I'm goin' stupid we finna be too rich
They like, "Damn, Luh Tyler rockin' out, that nigga too lit" (nigga, what?)
Take a nigga bitch and dog her out just call me Scooby (nigga, err)
Know I need my pockets fat, Rick Ross shit (Rick Ross shit)
I'm a boss, nigga, so I need a boss bitch (need a boss bitch, nigga)
Throw my dog the sack, he gon' Randy Moss shit (Randy Moss shit)
I'm drugged out, nigga, know I'm on that raw shit (I'm on that raw shit)
I gotta put my nigga on, I can't get rich alone (huh?)
I had to cut lil' mama off I left that bitch alone (nigga, what?)
White boy he got that gas, look like Post Malone
Nigga got the city turnt we finna get it on (yeah, yeah, nigga)

Like what it do? (Woo, woo, woo)
This a bad yellow bitch, this ho look just like Pikachu
I ain't fuckin' with these hoes 'cause they love to pick and choose
I ain't chasin' after bitches, nigga, chasin' after blues
Better go and get some paper, get the fuck up off the couch (fuck up off the couch, nigga)
When I open up my mouth and talk, nigga, "Bling blaow" (bling blaow, nigga)
See a nigga comin' upm she wanna join the team now
Nigga, chasin' after paper, yeah, we gettin' green now
Smokin' on exotic gas, I ain't fuckin' with no lean
Baby girlm you not my lover, feelin' like I'm Billie Jean
These niggas undercover snakes, man, these niggas really green (really green, nigga)
Nigga's hatin' on me, probably livin' what this nigga dream (this what you dream, nigga)
Gas in the vacuum seal, nigga, you can't even smell (can't even smell)
High as fuck with dark shades on, you can't even tell (can't even tell)
Kiki blowin' up my phone I let it ring just like a bell (like a bell)
Doin' magic in the booth, you think a nigga writin' spells (nigga, what the fuck?)
But I ain't writin' nothin' down
Say I'm snappin in this rap, these niggas like the way I sound
Nigga headed to the top, no, I ain't tryna see the ground (see the ground)
I just cut my bitch off, I sent her to the lost and found (lost and found, nigga)
Nigga chasin' after paper, know we tryna run it up (run it up, nigga)
When that check hit, nigga, we gon' put a hunnid up (a hunnid up, nigga)
Gettin' hot up in the booth, got a nigga burnin' up (burnin' up, nigga)
When we step up in the club these niggas know we turnin' up (we turnin' up, nigga)
Like I'm playin' with a Ouija board, I pull up in a Ghost (skrrt-skrrt)
I'm with Lil' Justin turnin' up, I got your bitch front row (front row, nigga)
Nigga, we don't need no key, we finna kick the front door (the front door, nigga)
Nigga, this exotic gas, we smokin' on that Runtz, bro
Know I'm snapin' in this rap, I ain't gotta do no braggin' (nah, nigga)
And I got them racks on me, got a nigga pants saggin'
I had to cut the lil' ho off, she keep doin' all that naggin' (get her gone)
Niggas say they fuckin' with you, but they really out here flaggin' (what the fuck?)

Yeah, nigga, I'on't do no braggin'
Yeah, she keep doin' to much naggin', nigga
Man these niggas really flaggin'
Yeah, yeah
Skee