Turn Me Up Some

Yea, turn me up some

Bounce nigga

Yo over there, what up brother

Yea, yea Flipmode!

See we got a whole...

We got a gift wrapped package for you mother****ers

Yea, yo, yo, yo, yea [verse one]

Come on bounce everybody Bounce nigga

Hotter than wax yo so tell me why you act so

Yo, I max cuz

I make a ************* black till its time to relax yo

Busta, I stay with in a bitch nig

Its hardly that the god is getting tired, you don't wanna say that

I make a bitch nig black till its time to relax yo

What, the god is back so you dont wanna in no matter how you react

Blows your black and blue your front and your back

Until you all collapse so, **** it

Blows will never come in singular they coming in twos

My crew be starting the ruckus once

I get them accused

Or blast from the triggers that will bust from all of my dudes be the *************t that make you *************s run up out of your shoes

We make you back down, havin the facts now

Choose, whatever the round that you choose wounds so horrendous from projects you get to sexualizing the bruise

Murder [chorus]

So you don't know nuthin about it (barking)

Turn me up some

Yo, the heat from of the street will burn you up some

Yo, the shit

I'm sure to spit will hurt you up some

I'm sayin

But you don't know nuthin about it (barking)

Turn me up some

Yo, I drink a fith of yack and hurl it up some

Yo, just bang it in the truck and turn it up some

I'm sayin... [verse two]

Now watch me get a mother****ing fast, like them mother****ers with no ass

You corny mother****ers no class

Yo, I flash on them then

I go and smash

Couple holes and then splash on them, flicking a little ash on them

From the blunt we smokin keep it chick chokin

Got them open with flows

I suppose and make them soakin their clothes

Or blast from the triggers that will bust from all of my dudes be the shit that make you niggas run up out of your shoes

Yo, we gaining weight nah its just my pockets are swole

From keeping niggers whilein while they drivin smacking the pole

I want to you see, prerhaps while

I hold me a stack hating mother****ers blab holding me back

Yo, you fool niggers plotting against the god

Must be holding a strap

Because how we coming through you know its a wrap

Moving a crew of gorrilla dudes you know when to clap

I blow some mother****ing shit from off of the earth or the face of the map

Yo, so take that

Once we give it to you aint no faking or jack

It's funny how you find your face in a trap

Little bitch ass nigga fronting like he ready to scrap

With all the noise you be making you can even see the shit on the news

Staying focusd overfiling a dream

The way we spark up this bitter fire the flame probably killing your team

****ing it, so now we hover helicopters, turn this shit up

And you and your peoples aint hearing me proper

I'm sayin... [chorus]

So you don't know nuthin about it (barking)

Turn me up some

Yo, the heat from of the street will burn you up some

Yo, the shit

I'm sure to spit will hurt you up some

I'm sayin

But you don't know nuthin about it (barking)

Turn me up some

Yo, I drink a fith of yack and hurl it up some

Yo, just bang it in the truck and turn it up some

I'm sayin (im sayin I'm sayin I'm sayin I'm sayin)