Shade - Friday Turnups lyrics

Real G Can you feel me? Thank you Party getting lit on a Tuesday, April fool's day Hit up the airport My friend relay Hit up a party It's Friday Someone get the beats pill, Our parties have no chill Show up and be real On stage a couple hundred people turning up Friday in the club Some people call it fun I call it "my life" On a Friday night I can get a clear sight, Follow the light Party on a Friday Making money on a Saturday Go no rest day Pullin' up in a jeep Walkin' up the stairs, white rails Sauce me a gla** Fill it to the max Actually I think I'm gonna pa** Our raps are clean, Looking at the big screen High on cloud nine The girl over there is mine Hair on fleek Always room for more shine It is about the time Running late Were Shade, got no shame Got 35 inch blades, We run the thing Party on a Friday, This is our day, 11:02, usin' the blue It was a little cup of ?Inzgo? ?Mike Grathgo? I wear big chains No fake brains Party on a Friday Making money on a Saturday Go no rest day Pullin' up in a jeep Walkin' up the stairs, white rails Sauce me a gla** Fill it to the max Actually I think I'm gonna pa** Real G hittin' up verse three Shout out to Fifi Lots of 4, on tour Short of time Cars in a line Pulling up in a 'rari I'm not sorry Walk into the party Breakin' the windows It's too lit bro, YUP Someone get the beats pill Our parties have no chill Show up and be real Party on a Friday Making money on a Saturday Go no rest day Pullin' up in a jeep Walkin' up the stairs, white rails Sauce me a gla** Fill it to the max Actually I think I'm gonna pa** Hey Q, sauce me a gla**! Hey are those popos in the suburbs! (Hey man, what's your problem?) ?Mark Glacgo? Friends fun! Now you see it