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Lyrics
[Intro]
Pull up, back again (yeah!)
Same crew, new fit
You know how we get
DJ run that—
[Chorus]
Turn it up again, we ain’t goin’ home
Hands up high, all my people in the zone
Shawty on my side tryna steal my phone
Take that pic, we about to set the tone
Turn it up again, let the whole place shake
We don’t do calm, everything we do is great
If you came to chill, you made a mistake
Turn it up again, turn it up again (hey!)
[Verse 1]
Walk in, whole room breakin’ necks
Fresh fade, white tee, subtle flex
Wrist light, lil’ glow on the check
She like, “Boy, you a problem, what’s next?”
Two-step in my size-ten sneaks
Little shoulder lean, we been up all week
She say, “You so lit, you don’t ever sleep”
I say, “Girl, it ain’t fun if it ain’t this deep” (uh)
[Chorus]
Turn it up again, we ain’t goin’ home
Hands up high, all my people in the zone
Shawty on my side tryna steal my phone
Take that pic, we about to set the tone
Turn it up again, let the whole place shake
We don’t do calm, everything we do is great
If you came to chill, you made a mistake
Turn it up again, turn it up again (yeah!)
[Verse 2]
VIP, but I’m right by the floor
I don’t like ropes, I like open doors
She got low, then she asked for more
Said, “Play that one track you was playin’ before”
We throw it back like it’s ’04 summer
Flip phone flash and a Hummer on the cover
I’m that dude your ex told you not to discover
But you did, now you text me under your covers (woah)
[Chorus]
Turn it up again, we ain’t goin’ home
Hands up high, all my people in the zone
Shawty on my side tryna steal my phone
Take that pic, we about to set the tone
Turn it up again, let the whole place shake
We don’t do calm, everything we do is great
If you came to chill, you made a mistake
Turn it up again, turn it up again (turn it up!)
Details
GeneratedFeb 23, 2026
Duration1:59
LanguageEnglish
Style
rap, Early-2000s club banger energy with glossy synth stabs, filtered intro, and heavy bounce drums; hook drenched in bright Auto-Tune, stacked gang shouts, and playful ad-libs. Verses blend rap-sung cadences over a swung Pop/Trap hybrid groove, 808 thrust under crisp claps. Big call-and-response chorus designed for crowd chants, with quick DJ-style drops and a final half-time outro. Male vocals., r&b, hip hop, pop
Credits
Prompt by
Evolutionhitz
EvolutionhitzModelAria v5
Prompt
Early 2000’s pop, T-Pain, hype, party
