Lyrics Pastor Troy

Pastor Troy

Crank Me Up

Crank me up

PT Baby it's bout to get buck

I don't know maybe you never heard of

Caught 'em in the back of the club with black

Hard as a hammer I am Atlanta

As soon as I step on the scene it's lights, camera,

Action, cashin fat ass checks my rolex

Will make you faint

You think I ain't

I hit the bank with 50 grand

Just to spend the night

Na-uh pass me them bills mama I got a flight

? Listen here

Private jet at the do'

A bad ass ho

into the clouds I go

The underground puttin it down fo 5 years

the blood, the sweat, the motherfuckin tears

I'm livin the life of a young drug lord

I'll blow this heffa up if i get bord

Now ease up shawty

Let the G slide through

And I don't leave without my 32

Tucked in the boots

Tucked in the coat

And when I see chuck

It's gone get tucked in his throat

And Murder She Wrote

But hell I can't read

Stab the ho

Kidnap the bitch seed

Now I'm on the loose

Now I'm on the run

FUCK THAT SHIT

I go and get a bigger gun

So crank me up

If you don't give a damn nigga we don't give a fuck

I bought ya CD

My man y'all suck

Done sucked a cracker dick in the office and came up

Get it

Never wore a vest

Yeah nigga yes

DSGB across my motherfuckin chest nigga

Yes nigga

Picture me bout to bleed

When I done been raised by all the G's

The crooks and killas

Is my motherfuckin niggaz

Jab a pussy

With some motherfuckin scissors

This a motherfuckin crime scene

I'm bussin on the law my nigga by any means

So crank me up

If you a gangsta you need to crank this up

If you don't give a damn nigga we don't give a fuck

Pastor baby bout to crank this up

Crank me up

If you a gangsta you need to crank this up

If you don't give a damn nigga we don't give a fuck

Pastor baby bout to crank this up