Crank It Up

Young savage i gotta give it to em

Come on

Crank it up, crank it up, crank it up

Say hello to tha nigga dat came from nuttin

Now i got boo koo whips boo koo chips boo koo clips im thuggin

Everywhere i go i get hoes my girl be buggin

And i fuck wit nuttin but killas nigga i aint bluffin

The block hot like dat got damn oven my team got weight we steaks yall chicken McNuggets

Death right around tha corna comin for me it aint nuttin. im out chea wit a machine somethin dats green somethin.

But i be clean as a whistle dou come on playa get ya hoe she tryin to kiss me like we standin unda the missletoe.

Bogaurdin dat pussywhole. man we had dat same bitch at da six suckin dick doin tootsie roll

Mane yall lil bitches aint shit couldnt make 10 Gs if one of deez niggas gave yall a brick

Yall fakin yall shit, imitatin my hits, im takin ova what a nigga got to say about da shit

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Stop playin man i hope you lil niggas ready i heard da streets out hea yellin for webbie im tellin you nigga stop playin

Yall nigga betta get on ya shit or get you some bricks or get you a hit get serious cuz im sayin the savage work to hard for dis imma get to da top of

Tha list regaurdless pussy bitch hold up

Crank it up, crank it up, crank it up nigga

Crank it up, crank it up, crank it up

I'll leave one of yall lil rap niggas stankin before this rap i was hangin

What da fuck yall lil rap niggas thankin

While you was gettin ya grades up

I was gettin my change up a gangsta armed and dangerous

Dey tellin me commercial my flow but Bun B said no

Keep it gutta lil nigga dont change it up

Yall pussy niggas hang it up hollin trill yall aint us

Boo gave me a light and a mike told me crank it up

Partna i got ya you just chill and watch me take over dat streets and have dees niggas freaks jockin

We been distributers so lets distrubt hits and profits

Im all real so aint no way in hell dey can stop us

Leave my niggas da blocks and get dis legal money poppin

And ride and smoke doja dat potion da top droppin

Da heat unda the seat rims spinnin all chrome

TVs fliippin Cell phone and i aint lyin dat nigga on

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Im in da streets like dem yellow lines or a new SUV, Im in da hood all da time like a burned CD

SOME g NIKEs or some Jays or some fresh ass rees

Hard, soft, pills, weed, rain, snow, hail, sleet.

And i aint goin home until everythang gone it dont neva take long

I keep orders on my phone

Wit a sick click wit me wit a big clip wit me

Wit dat good white pretty big zip 650

Im da eat on da streets a beast on da beats

Da puzzle to the peice dey need to make dis industry complete

Ill run it so neat, so fresh, so clean.

I can go on any street no vest wearin bling

Im trill young savage i do my thing straight no king no prince no queen

And imma leave it right dea

Wish a nigga get crunk

I aint shootin no curves no slurs straight pumps

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