Turk

Turk - Amped Up lyrics

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[Verse 1]

Step in the club with my air force ones

In the back of my bub, I got air force dones

Full of that red, white, and blue I'm amped up

Fake buckin if you want, you gone get stamped up

You gone get these ten in a halves all in yo face

We gone take it outside and you gone be a case

You gettin ya grace won't live another day

I take this time to fault, time to shoot off your way

Aint worried bout the charge cause I got the dream team

Money, power, respect lil nigga feel me

I'm a soldier 5'11 from magnolia

Look, don't talk I'll show ya

You with yo boys look I'm by myself

You talkin noise look that's bad for your health

Look, that's no good, can't do from the hood

We don't roll like that

Homie out of order, homie get it crackin

[Chorus]

You full of that red, white, and blue and you amped up

Homie buckin if he want, Homie get stamped up

You full of that absolut you amped up

Homie buckin if he want, Homie get stamped up

If you full of that henny and you amped up

Homie buckin if he want, Homie get stamped up

You done had one too many and you amped up

Homie buckin if he want, Homie get stamped up

[Verse 2]

I tote gats, got stacks, stay in all black

Hope that you that I'm quick to bust back

Sell crack, flip that, sometimes I jack

Real niggaz I run with dog bitches I smack

Dog hoes, wear bauds, tee's and ree's

Do shows, blow joe's, weed indeed

Hit dro's, spit flow, represent that three

Break bread, bitch no, gets nothin from me

Fucc with Annie, off Second indeed

Bout my fatty, nicca cheese and cream

Fuck my daddy, he did nothing for me

Just bought a caddy, put it on 23's

I'm a stunna, a repper, look I'm ballin bitch

Secondline hot stepper, shot calling bitch

On fire like pepper just lovin the shit

Out of line, I'ma check ya, straight punish ya bitch

I ain't stuntin out for real, I'm quick to kill

I ain't fuccin on the real, I'm slanging that steal

Nicca trip get flipped, when they fuccin with turk

Spend a ben in the whip, leave ya dick in the dirt

[Chorus]

[Verse 3]

Look shit don't stop at all, I'm still stuntin

I know you gone let me ball and get money

Long as I got it, I'ma floss, nigga respect

You wanna know how much my diamonds cost, then forget it

Kenoe, that's my nigga that's my nagga

Drop the load on me, and I'm back shining

Doing it, I'm doing it real big

You thought I was gone let it all go nigga shit

I'm ready for How I'm Living, come pay me a visit

My house half a mill, all my cars kitted

Black bent, black jag, black H2

Black coat, with a 750 suzuke

My life lovely, beautiful, marvelous

Niggaz wishin they was in these 10 and halves but

Nigga get you like I got me

Homie fuck a handout, Homie hustle if you want eat

[Chorus]

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