Crank It Up

It's bad, that I gotta take out my muthafuckin time

To get yall punk bitches straight

First of all don't worry bout what the fuck I got bitch

Countin' my money like you a hoe

Real men don't worry bout what another nigga got (FUCK YOU!)

You punk ass bitch

Fuck em' Static

OOHH!

We Ridin' (Big Bodies)

With (T.V.'s)

V-12's (V-12's)

(S.U.V.'s) S.U.V.'s

Crank It Up (Whoop!, Whoop!)

Crank It Up (Whoop!, Whoop!)

Drank It Up, Girl let me spank it up

We got uhh

Big cadillac

With yo bitch in the back

Hold my dick in her mouth

While I pack em' a stack

She gimme ya riches

While you yap bout yo gold

It's on my cars (Ha, Ha)

That bitch bought me a boat

See she bought me a car

And it's lookin' like yours

Only difference is my nigga, I got wood on the doors

I got wood on my wheel

And I'm bustin' my steel

I fucked yo main bitch

(Nigga) How does it feel?

Yall talk shit while we still winning

She's on my dick cuz my rims kept spinnin'

Then I bust up the block

The system that knocks

I keep fuckin' yo bitches, while yall keep bitin' the pot

(Diamond in the back, the sunroof top)

(Pilled up my stocks, now I'm pissin' off the cops)

Fuck that sangin' my nigga

We can chop up them pigs

Man I'm ready for war, if any my niggaz get killed

If ya ride around town in his truck

Put his keys in the air and crank it up

And if that boy got wood on the wheel

Grip that motherfucker tell me how it feel

Now Crank It Up YEAH!