Turnt Up (feat. Dizzy Wright)

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C-Webb in the booth and I speak it real

Got another beat to kill

And I be roasting motherfuckers

Rest in peace, Patrice O'Neal

Roll up another blunt

Now how that Diesel feel?

Got me swerving, man

Who the fuck gave me the wheel?

Who the fuck gave me these pills?

Now I'm off in another dimension

In need of an intervention

'Cause these drugs are too fucking expensive

But I'm feeling terrific, dude

Banging these bars with no fucking protection

Yeah, what were you saying, babe?

I wasn't paying any fucking attention

Rumbling engine, rolling up in my Camaro and cruise

Living it like a pirate man

Always got me a barrel of booze

Skipping the food, go right for the tiramisu

Sipping and ripping the bubbler

Puffing until I can barely move

Lay back and then stare at the moon, ooh

Bippidy bobbity boo

Webby be ripping it properly, dude

Hipping and hopping and rambling shit

'Cause these pills I've been popping have got me confused

Screwed up, burn it down

Light it up, pass it around

I'm a bad boy, bitch

You didn't you, you know it now, yeah

We just doing what we doing and we'll never give a fuck

With some liquor in my bottle and some ganja rolled up

We just living like whatever and we'll never have enough

'Bout to get this motherfucker turnt up

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I'm not the one you want a problem with

Positive, you better follow it

I swear I'm ready for whatever, standing in front of my mirror

Supporting my confidence

Lil' weed, you could throw it on top of this

We get it popping, your bitch getting topless

Now that you know, **** adopting the flow

**** can't stop this shit

The problem is, we won't acknowledge it

But me and Webby (Gonna get that ****)

If that **** wanna get mad, sit up and get up

Fuck that (Get that ****)

Now I'm playing like a kid on a blacktop

I got the juice with a flat top, you got a flat face

Bad boy, it's a bad day

Look at me sideways and I'ma hit you with a uppercut

I'm too cold, better bundle up

Huddle up 'cause we coming up

Turnt up, finna fuck it up

I guarantee that the crowd go crazy when I hit the stage

We can bet a hunnid bucks

Boy, we out here grinding

Smoking the finest, getting the highest

Getting the mommas

You know when I'm coming, just smell for the ganja

Vegas Soldier taking over

Travelling and taking shots

Tattoo shop stops, we at the place to rock

I need a nasty girl to taste the cock

In the office

Running all over these **** like bitches

You **** is softer than **** that just got to prison

This Project X shit is real

Somebody pass the goddamn liquor

We just doing what we doing and we'll never give a fuck

With some liquor in my bottle and some ganja rolled up

We just living like whatever and we'll never have enough

'Bout to get this motherfucker turnt up

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Yeah, that rap phenomenon inked up

Looking like Comic Con, Rasta mon

Ham on the mic, no Ramadan

Go on and on, and leave with a soccer mom, uh

'Cause I killed that beat

Roll one up in that Swisher Sweet

Sticky green, sticky green

With orange hairs like Pete & Pete

Flowing double time when I freak the beat

Rolling up mine when I hit the street

Burn so much, I be high for weeks

Spit is so dirty, I need new sheets

My grinder's full and I ain't talking turkey, cheese

I'm talking AK-47, Purple Kush and Sour D

Put it in the bowl, or get a dutchie rolled

Sprinkle some keef on it

And then away we go

Get in the flow, lighting up heady to dro

Partying on, got the confetti to throw

Killing the spot from the moment that Webby'll step in the door

In some shit, got my pencil gripped

Instrumental ripped

Living life above the law and way under the influence

Getting mine while the price high

What can I say? I'm pretty fly for a white guy

We just doing what we doing and we'll never give a fuck

With some liquor in my bottle and some ganja rolled up

We just living like whatever and we'll never have enough

'Bout to get this motherfucker turnt up

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