Turn Me Up Some

(Barking) Yea, turn me up some Fuck going on, Yo over there, what up brother Yea, yea Flipmode! See we got a whole, We got a gift wrapped package for you motherfuckers Yea, yo, yo, yo, yea Busta,I stay with in a nigga tracks so Hotter than wax yo so tell me why you act so Yo, I max 'cause I make a nigga black till its time to relax yo Until you all collapse so, fuck it Its hardly that the god is getting tired, you don't want to say that Can catch a cardiac relax nigga What, the god is back so you don't want to in no matter how you react Blows your black and blue your front and your back Choose, whatever the round that you choose Wounds so herendous from projects you get to analyzing the bruise 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 shit that make you niggas run up out of your shoes We make you back down, havin the facts now With all the noise you be making you can even see the shit on the news Murder [Chorus] So you don't know nothing 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 saying But you don't know nothing about it (barking) Turn me up some Yo, I drink a fifth of yack and hurl it up some Yo, just bang it in the truck and turn it up some I'm saying Now watch me get a nigga fast, like them bitches with no ass You corny niggas 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 smoking keep it chick choking Got them open with flows I suppose and make them soaking their clothes Keep the shit that make them sniffing, make them open their nose Got them fucked up stuck just like they striking a pose Yo, we gaining weight nah its just my pockets are swole From keeping niggas whiling while they driving smacking the pole I want to you see, perhaps while I hold me a stack Hating niggas blab holding me back Yo, you fool niggas plotting against the god Must be holding a strap Because how we coming through you know its a wrap Moving a crew of gorilla dudes you know when to clap I blow some shit from of of the earth or the face of the map Yo, so take that Once we give it to you ain't no faking or jack It's funny how you find your face in a trap Little bitch nigga fronting like he ready to scrap You better off acting pussy trying to give me your dat Staying focused overfilling a dream The way we spark up this bitter fire the flame probably killing your team Fuck it, so now we hover helicopters, turn this shit up And you and your peoples ain't hearing me proper I'm saying [Chorus]