[Hook] You second place runnerups, Im a winner run amok Turn me up some, turn me up yo, turn me up Turn me up some, turn me up yo, turn me up Turn me up some, turn me up yo, turn me up [Fresh Daily] Stereo assault, OG status on the beats boy Heavy on the BASS, flip weight no dboy Good vibration like the Beach Boys, bboy stance Posted up to destroy your EQ BASS Turn me up some, real heavy trunk rattle Quick with the bump that will leave them slumped, gun battle 808 clap clap, Eazy E snapback, really hes a class act B.G.G., thats that Bass face, hold that, hear it and go ham When you hear it in the jam To the ceiling throw your hands If you feeling where I am, fuck it, feeling where Im coming from Turn it up to number 10, this right heres a 1 of 1 Feel me then you understand, Im a winner run amok Put it up 100 grand, who you think could run with us? Bass! Shake your spine out of place Take your mind outer space When I rhyme, Im an ace Its a grind for the cake, slime Rhyme to the bass line Crime how the bass blinds Like mace to the face, Im Great over breaks Across every single state line Kill em with the bass Till my face is on dateline, gametime [Hook] [Suede Jury] Catch me roof topping with a pretty plus one City rushes in my blood, Egyptian Musk in your lungs, turn me up some Refer to us, the bass bring bliss to herbalist, plus its fresh, forever permanent And Brooklyn keeps on taking it, you got it? good And since you understood, maybe you should stop with all that fakin shit Front like you dont play this shit Meanwhile while when you wasted you running up in the DJ booth asking yo who break be this? Fresh be killing, Im just tryna do the same with it I can show you my references, you tell me what you make of it Define greatness as suede, the new face on the stage You rhyme flavorless I aint tryina take your chick She gave her number, I aint even asked for You just mad when I pop up on the dashboard, she be like, like I mean arguing is hard, all I do is post up, and now shes following the god, turn it up [Hook] [MeloX] I see you down at level 5, I need you at level 10 When you start to turn it up, thats when I be going in And I hit that track like a racing cat in a real fast car on a racing track Haters know what the hell Im at, putting Flatbush on the map Brooklyns what Im reppin, keep some females in my presence And they gotta be the finest like that wine thats been fermented I put them in a coma when they smell that Gods aroma Got em hotter than a sauna, thats the time I be up on them Well back to the haters, when i spit its sorta like a razor Cut sharp like a buck 50 cross yo shape up Better get your weight up, on these homies get they hate up When you blow they change face like they start applyin makeup [Hook]
turn, bass, amok, suede, yo