(Turn me up 40)

[The Game & Kevin Gates]
Them bodies start smellin´ after two days
Seen a nigga slumped in the alley over some new J´s

No knock warrant, the feds tryna build a new case
Investigation surface, tryna duck ‘em but it´s too late
Hold it down no matter what
Juggin´, tryna double up
Either hell or go to jail, when you come up in the slums
Spin ya block, jump out and walk up when that pressure get applied
It´s raining´ bullets outside, label me a murder ???

[YoungBoy Never Broke Again]
Lift up his shirt, underarms musty, dirty and disgusting
You could call me, I´m right on location
Hop out and I´m thuggin´
We can´t argue, I don´t do no fussin´, that shit lead to scuffin´

Been retarted, don´t accept the sorry
Play me, we gon´ touch ‘em
Mazi´ foreign, I´ma change that
Play with this shit, push his brains back
I´ma wet up the spot, where they bang at?
Thirty two in the Glock, I´ma slang that
Bitch, I´m the one, I´m the man, I´ma claim that
Cut a top off the block, we gon´ slang back
When I up, leave his face where his chain at
I´ma post on the block where my gang at
Police come in the house without using´ a warrant
I fuck off for a week then I count up a hundred
When they raidin´ the block, no surrender, I run it
Go to jail, I won´t pick up the phone, how I´m comin´
I´ma stick ‘em up ???
I´m an eight in a six ‘cause I came up from nun

I´ma run up that money, a pendant, I´m floodin´
Nigga, play ain´t no waitin´, you know I´ma buss it

[The Game & Kevin Gates]
Them bodies start smellin´ after two days
Seen a nigga slumped in the alley over some new J´s
No knock warrant, the feds tryna build a new case
Investigation surface, tryna duck ‘em but it´s too late
Hold it down no matter what
Juggin´, tryna double up
Either hell or go to jail, when you come up in the slums
Spin ya block, jump out and walk up when that pressure get applied
It´s raining´ bullets outside, label me a murder ???

[Kevin Gates]
Convicted felon with guns, got bodies under my belt
I ain´t miss a lick of sleep, I play the cards I was dealt
Stand on ten, I hit the streets, Chicago, I flew the ???
I can go in any jail and well, I got respect
Monster show ya, I´ma soldier, from the shoulders of the tec
I control it, big ole boulders just was scored from my connect
Hopin´ out, liver full of them bars
Slippin´, hit ‘em, put ‘em up with his broad
In the kitchen cookin´ ??? jars
Soft melt, bubble back into hard
H mixin ??? in the four

All black, flip a brick of the tar
Light brown, ??? the boy
Out of town, send a blitz and it spark
Bing, baow, hit the bitch in the arm
In traffic while he whippin´ a foreign
Sit down, nigga don´t get alarmed
Fifty rounds out the clip, I´m retarted

[The Game & Kevin Gates]
Them bodies start smellin´ after two days
Seen a nigga slumped in the alley over some new J´s
No knock warrant, the feds tryna build a new case
Investigation surface, tryna duck ‘em but it´s too late
Hold it down no matter what
Juggin´, tryna double up
Either hell or go to jail, when you come up in the slums

Spin ya block, jump out and walk up when that pressure get applied
It´s raining´ bullets outside, label me a murder

[The Game]
My momma ain´t gon´ sell me out
She´ll die before she do it
She a gangster like her son, she let me drop behind the Buick
Let me skip school for them packs
She ain´t feel no way about it
Twelve knockin´ at the door
“Your son home?” She say “I doubt it”
Hit a few licks in two days, for new fits and new J´s
Had two techs and two K´s
That boot pourin´ like Kool-Aid, hoe I´m thuggin´
Fifty round decapitate a nigga while he doin´ the Blocboy

I ask Weezy, told ‘em Slim baby since Juvenile been a Hot Boy
Hammer on a nigga two times, one Glock, one four-five clean
(Turn me up 40)
Like a ??? I´m about to show shine
Rollie on me, so you know I do time
Too legit to quit, fuck twelve
Thirteen left in the clip, fourteen Tahoe
Fifteen minutes ‘fore another bitch stuff a brick