Lyrics Turn It Up - Emilio Rojas, Yelawolf

Turn It Up

Aye Boo Get these motherf*ckers
And pass that jack
I see you bitches talkin’loud
But you ain’t sayin’shit
Get the f*ck from round’here
You don’t rep my shit
You ain’t from my city
You don’t know about this
You want that drama
You ain’t ready for it bitch!
Now throw it up!
(Yeah Ho) Throw it Up!
Throw It up!
(Yeah Ho) You ain’t ready for it bitch
Throw It up!(Yeah Ho) Throw It up!
Throw It up!
You ain’t ready for it bitch
I already got.
2 cars in the yard that don’t run, so why would I wanna break shit down for you?
Better me confuse with the punchlines and bars that I launch
Here the king of archery come, with a cracker dick.
To f*ck you in that pussy carpet you munch
If I’m not hardly the one, you must be barely the one
Barely then really you kidding, bitch I’m the prodigal son
And I’m stuntin’like my daddy, d-dr-d-drinkin'like my mama
C-C-country like my uncles, stutterin’like a CD in a donk
BUMP, BUMP, BUMP, BUMP
And I’m in a blue Chevy, runnin'over motherf*ckers in first
I ain’t even shift gears yet, I ain’t even here yet, I’m outta this Earth
Right?
(Yeah ho!) But I just hit the surface
And I’m 'bout to walk into a bank with a shank and a black can of paint to check the clerk
(where the keys?) Bitch you better take your purse!
I got a brick of herb
And a hit to serve, and I’m feeling like I might just hit the curb
So get the f*ck outta my way buddy you don’t wanna walk around the chicken house
With a heart of a puppy dog with Yelawolf and Eminem, shit.
Sufferin’succotash, yeah suck a dick, bitch
I see you bitches talkin’loud
But you ain’t sayin’shit
Get the f*ck from round’here
You don’t rep my shit
You ain’t from my city
You don’t know about this
You want that drama
You ain’t ready for it bitch!
Bitch please you don’t wanna step up to this Mrs
Will make a nigga hit his knees when
I’m up in the buildin'
Preach it to my children
I don’t be takin’no shit from you haters
You’ll make me hurt one of your feelings (HAHAHAHA)
Nah nah ni nah nah, pick your face up off the floor
I got you feelin’sad now
You be on that Hokey Wag
Hokey Wag is bullshit
Run into this Gangsta, have your preacher at pull pit, bitch
I was born on the Mississippi Riva'
Take no shit from a bitch or a nigga
So so crazy gotta f*cked up temper
Bi-pola', not Nicki I’m worser, I’ll hurt ya Haha, I got a crazy ass mind game
Ma nigga, Im a lion, Untamed
Hunt ya ass down in my jungle
I do this
I tell them hoes
«You ain’t ready for it bitch!»
I see you bitches talkin’loud
But you ain’t sayin’shit
Get the f*ck from round’here
You don’t rep my shit
You ain’t from my city
You don’t know about this
You want that drama
You ain’t ready for it bitch!
Me and Yelawolf, tear the roof, off this motherf*cker
You ain’t got the umph, you’re a hoof, to the foot of an elephant
Hello toots, you look so eloquent, that’s what I tell a cunt
Come sit up front cause you’re kickin’my seat and I’m trying to the tell the
cashier what I want!
They say I act like an asshole, when I pull up at the White Castle
And I ask for an appli-cation, throw it back in her face an'
Tell the bitch I’m a rapper, then I wack her in the head with a Whopper
That I bought from BK, you expect me to be proper?
Bitch you better pop in a CD of me immediately, SLUT, HO Skidda dee da da.
Prada?
Nadda
Chance I was thinkin’about buying you some clothes
But Target was closed so I decided to mosey on over to K-Mart
But the doors.
was locked, what about some shoes I thought
Great I suppose, so I go to Payless but what’dya know
They didn’t carry a size 8 in HOES!
…Oh!
This is ugly boy swag (yeah), puttin’toe tags
On you motherf*cking ho bags, what a trailer trash pi-o-neer
I am here, that’s why I’m here
I don’t got a rhyme book it’s more like a motherf*ckin'diary of diarrhea!
Me, Yelawolf and Gangsta Boo came here to show you a thing or two
'Bout sign language, middle fingers aimed at you so we don’t gotta SCREAM AT
YOU!
Ow!
I just bit my bottom lip, it was an accident
I went to go tell 'em all to go get BUCKED
But I’m never gonna bite my tongue, little bitch throw it up