"Turn It Up" lyrics

I know more like a bag of green, nigga I guess that's your dream
'Cause I'm unplugged and I might bleed, just
Sometimes I just can't hear it turn it up, up, up

Tired of running bulls eye
Gotta get outta sight for your eye
Gotta be down 'fore we die, we die
I just came here to turn it up. up. up
Turn it up. up. up

Hypnotize, otherwise
Haters see through telephone wires
Stay focused I bet a 50 cannibal on that desert eagle
Keep it all old school like a regal
Often times, let it bend
Bitches on the sidewalk watching as that dick gets pinned
Hit the switch, ride slow, drop it til it's parking flames
Gangstas doing gangsta thangs, fuck you and that sitch you claim
All your bitches really lame, talking shit never walking shit
Lonely clip, had no grip, rep my hood and never quit

Oh my goodness, all that goodness
East side, left brain left no order
5, 8 deep is triple threat
Wanna see somebody get wet, somebody get snapped
But go away, didn't I say but go away
Very deep that's where it stays
Bitch I told you never play

I know more like a bag of green, nigga I guess that's your dream
'Cause I'm unplugged and I might bleed, just
Sometimes I just can't hear it turn it up, up, up

Tired of running bulls eye
Gotta get outta sight for your eye
Gotta be down 'fore we die, we die
I just came here to turn it up. up. up
Turn it up. up. up

Yeah, yeah, yeah
Fire-breathing, dropping ether diarrhea
When I let it spray, eating through your speakers
My procedure is to devastate
Fever when I'm reaching for that heater make you levitate
Reaper with the cleaver, smoking reefer when I meditate
And when I kick is a sickness, got ya'll addicted to wicked shit
Leave your scene with no witnesses
Witness power ridiculous
Skip the vowel for wickedness
Just like hours of fitness
Screaming louder than bitches
But taking part of that fisting

I know this sound is amazing
I chase 'em quiet like Jason before devouring
Their faces with rusty knives and dirty razors
Embracing my craziness, crazy gone when I'm faded
This can't look good for you haters
Who wanna start spar with the fuckin' greatest

I know more like a bag of green, nigga I guess that's your dream
'Cause I'm unplugged and I might bleed, just
Sometimes I just can't hear it turn it up, up, up

Tired of running bulls eye
Gotta get outta sight for your eye
Gotta be down 'fore we die, we die
I just came here to turn it up. up. up
Turn it up. up. up

This shit is banging, I'm turning it up
Turning it up
I'm turning it up

You fucking with me and you run into luck
Run into luck
You run into luck

I got your neck and I'm making the cut
Filling the cup with that mother fuckin' blood
Sipping it tender like Yves Saint Laurent
No giving wave when taking a chug and I'm done

There ain't no fuckin' thing, that you gon' try to do
Cause one mother fucker wanna talk that shit
Don't mean that anybody wanna listen to you (ooh)
Like ooh, damn, turn it up quick
That stuff I drank got me feeling a little sick
I'm at the flick, to head up your neck
Fuck up your job so you gotta quit
Speak to the partner, becoming a screen
What about you and me?
Know what I mean?
Don't believe that you could do anything
Could that be making your wet fucking dream
Bringing the heat, bringing the heat
Don't give a fuck
I be the, I be the bones
Dub, what?
Turning it way the fuck up

I know more like a bag of green, nigga I guess that's your dream
'Cause I'm unplugged and I might bleed, just
Sometimes I just can't hear it turn it up, up, up

Tired of running bulls eye
Gotta get outta sight for your eye
Gotta be down 'fore we die, we die
I just came here to turn it up. up. up
Turn it up. up. up