Turnt Up

(albüm: Zero Gravity - 2010)

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