turnt up

Singer: king los

i'm in that seashell impala with a pelvic scholar

that can spot a fake handbag and smell a dollar

this my love letter

dear jealous cowards

i'm all the way turnt up like elvis collar

drop that fucking top and paint that lincoln navy blue

diamond bezel face

my band all white like blink 182

but don't blink

i maybe view

i might be gone

you might just miss it

because zero gravity is fly but that's just basic physics

settle down shawty

hope she ain't your down shawty

how she give the kid some play

it's like she play in house party

how they gon' outsmart me? they need better schooling

i gave your girlfriend the dope dick and left her drooling

my jeweler called me

asked me will i give him 30

to put black ice in my piece

will.i.am and fergie

they say will i give 'em mercy

why? niggas can't reverse my fire

hungry sun

thirsty sky

i'm starving and the earth is pie

stare you in your worthless eyes

penetrate your shallow soul

plus i got some fucking swag

that'll make your shadow cold

they don't want me in battle mode

my shit more like war mode

smack your fucking face and stomp the organs out your torso

then i'm on my tours

yo

fuck these hoes

get more dough

till everything in my house italian

no jersey shore show

they can't go where your boy go

got an asteroid flow

been nice from the get go

and i ain't talking geico

squirrel

i'm powered up

fresh to death and showered up

jump on that hooligan express

scoop your homie out the cut

and they know we out that what where they swing them techs and ak's

that'll smash ya homie

you know

danger

precious

ray j

lames just better play safe

they frightened from the fucking truth

hit these niggas in the head like a sniper on the roof

uh

i give 'em cold stares

no grin

see my target

hold my breath

then i zero in