King Los - Turnt Up lyrics

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
WillIAm 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