Lyrics: Jory Grant/Angellika Smith
Music: Jory Grant
Turn it up
Turn that up
Turn it up
Turn that up
Turn it up
Turn that up
Ok I’m a rapper now
I’m a rapper now
All you shooters
Just show me who won’t rat
Who won’t tiddle the tail
Tattletale on black
Pillow talking
They know they can’t see me
Only watching the TV
Is when they want to be me
Champagne rain
It’s whiter than
Bet you don’t know his name
Janitor your main
Ballin out at Applebee’s
That aint balling to me
Snorted up a half a key
Pressing up 100 keys
Yo Dawg I’m stupid
I’m ruthless
I close my eyes swing left to right
I’m leaving him tooth less
Mike Tyson in his prime
I’m vicious I’m ruthless
DiBiase and Lucius
Maybe as strong as Zeus gets
She kissing on my begets
My pinky ring in my neck
Been Kanye at the rap
The John snow of the north
Been serving crack in the Porsche
I did it with no remorse
I had a bucket name, Henry
He was a lawyer of course
Turn It Up
Turn it to the side
Take your time , I’m a be here for a while
Spin around baby girl don’t be shy
You can pat that
Two, three four times
It’s fat when she walks pass
All jiggle jiggle
Hit it from the back when she push it in
All wiggle wiggle
No these features aint charging a fee
No these people got nothing on me
Make a movie every day of the week
Call you, can’t get her off me
Bet chu ain’t thought about that
All these suicide rat’s
Can’t stick to the code
Livin off clout and cash
All these hoops stay hopin
I told them never do that
They was happy I left
Tell them I’m back