Turn It Up

[Verse One: Emilio Rojas]

Yeah, yeah, I keep my fitted on

Even though they've been shittin' on us

That Yankee logo on that brim is why I sit it lower

The city know when the kid is blowin', let's get it goin'

I get it showin', I'm missin' court, I'm like Lindsey Lohan

Don't get it twisted cause I'm livin' the shit that you not

This is my religion so me gettin' this shit is for god

The kid is rockin', got no problem with stoppin' a show

And I got a chick to swallow condoms like condiments though

And me and my enemies gettin' along

And I would never be given a bronze

Gettin' it on with any of the women I met in Milan

Gettin up in 'em and hittin' it raw and then I be off

And when I be gettin' the dividends, gonna be livin' it up in a loft

Yeah I keep em swingin' cause I'm bringin' that feverish pitch

This ain't no league of their own, it's a league with the men

I am the finisher, the beef will get seen to the end

Don't believe in Jesus but believe I believe in revenge

Yeah, so who gon' tell me that I lost faith?

When the kid is driven, you gettin' hit in the cross way

Cause I done lived in a crib the size of a crawl space

And I'm doin' all that it takes so fuck what y'all say

[Hook: Emilio Rojas]

And motherfuckers wanna talk

Everywhere they go, it's like my name is on they jaw

It ain't nothin' new yo, I seen it all before

That's just what they do when they thinkin' that you on

So I tell them turn me up now

Yeah they gotta turn it up, aye yo they gotta turn me up

Yeah they gotta turn it up, aye yo they gotta turn it up loud

Yeah they gotta turn it up, aye yo they better turn me up yeah

Uh until the crowd like aye yo everywhere I go

Women comin' with us and they never let me go

The crowd wrappin' round the corner for the show

Yeah listen, this is everything I know, everything I know

[Verse Two: Yelawolf]

I got my kicks in, dirt snakes in the garden

Yelawolf is on the beat like an orphan

No daddy, fuck him, won't call him

I won't beg him but I beg your pardon man

Pardon the art of me waterin' down

These motherfuckers hidin', I promise they oughta be found

I go find 'em make 'em come follow this quality sound

Now they followin' me up to the Grammy winners lounge

I just call it how I wanna live it

The carnival came to my town and I just bought my ticket

And I got them bouncin' like a box of crickets

Right up in the kitchen, Alabama got 'em droppin' biscuits

Yeah that's the business, middle finger's up like like how ya do?

Let me translate that: Hello, fuck you

See I meet ya and greet ya when I'm speakin' through the speaker

Leave it to my cleaver, I'll leave ya beat up on a pizza

Sliced up, your life's up, the lights up

The knife cut you nice but I'm nicer

If you ain't sippin' this whiskey that I brought ya

In hip hop, then you just sippin' Light Bud

[Hook: Emilio Rojas]

And motherfuckers wanna talk

Everywhere they go, it's like my name is on they jaw

It ain't nothin' new yo, I seen it all before

That's just what they do when they thinkin' that you on

So I tell them turn me up now

Yeah they gotta turn it up, aye yo they gotta turn me up

Yeah they gotta turn it up, aye yo they gotta turn it up loud

Yeah they gotta turn it up, aye yo they better turn me up yeah

Uh until the crowd like aye yo everywhere I go

Women comin' with us and they never let me go

The crowd wrappin' round the corner for the show

Yeah listen, this is everything I know, everything I know