Lyrics:
in particular
I'm ridin' loud, the volume's full
And I'll never turn it down
That's not how I roll
No we'll never turn it down
That's not how we roll,
my ears like a kid
When your words mean nothing, I go la la la
I'm turning up the volume when you speak
'Cause if my heart can't stop it, I'll
Find
my ears like a kid
When your words mean nothing, I go la la la
I'm turning up the volume when you speak
'Cause if my heart can't stop it
I find
my ears like a kid
When your words mean nothing, I go la la la
I'm turning up the volume when you speak
'Cause if my heart can't stop it
I find
your speech, it's tiring
Enough is enough
I'm covering my ears like a kid
When your words mean nothing, I go la la la
I'm turning up the volume when you
baby
Down for the count, and I'm drownin' in 'em
I ain't never been the type to try and grab the spotlight
We were at the revel with some rebels
Got that soft White that's Powder/
Turn that Volume up on that Sour/
That Music needs to be louder/
Got that Tommy Gun, now that’s Power/
Got that
Get it right on what's the matter
Getting upwards getting off it like a ladder
They tryna catch me but I'm faster than a Jaguar
100 Volume
Boy, you got me helpless
Look into your eyes and the sky's the limit
I'm helpless
Down for the count and I'm drownin' in 'em
I have never been
know about Daps
Best thing is I won't turn back.
That's why I put the volume on blast.
Real ni**ers don't count daps
What you really know bout that
I
out it's still half-dead
How many angels can you fit on a match head?
Count them try start a fire
Do it turn the volume down
Or write a song to her
you'll find something inside
You never knew was climbing out timing counts raise eyebrows
Time in not out time is now
Stun'em proud
Volume loud
Impress
My style can't be duplicated or recycled
This chick is a sick individual
Sicktate, volume two, believe it!
Ho! Ho!
Let me switch up the game
I
My style can't be duplicated or recycled
This chick is a sick individual
Sicktate, volume two, believe it!
Ho! Ho!
Let me switch up the game
I
a kid
When your words mean nothing, I go la la la
I'm turning up the volume when you speak
'Cause if my heart can't stop it,
I find a way to block it, I
to the decimal
She count down to the decimal
The way you move is perpetual
Business decisions unethical
Watch your boy cook up the season
Walter White all in
on my album even just to sing a skit
Flame legit won't quit until my bank account is fat
Nigga's tried to count me out but they didn't account for that
tax)
(They like the new Kuzi turn the volume to the max yea yea)
Cut the shit yea yea
Fuck the snitch uh
Brain good yea that's some scholar shit yea
Kuzi
And I can never let you baby, blow my top (blow my top)
I'd rather not even chase, just count my guwap (just count my guwap)
And yea I'm like the eagle
hey, hey, hey)
Boy, you got me helpless
Look into your eyes, and the sky's the limit
I'm helpless
Down for the count, and I'm drownin' in 'em
I have
it in
We ridin' in some muscle and some Chevys like we in the field
Count up all the bread, we like Robinhood
I hit them licks and spread em' through
a kid
When your words mean nothing, I go la la la
I'm turning off the volume when you speak
Cause if my heart can't stop it, I found a way to block it,
Volume Four jewellery for all of my brothers and em
No more discussions I got me a hit I'm addicted
Imma keep comin' wit em
Big steppa shit in my Pradas
I
your words mean nothing
I go la, la, la
I'm turning up the volume when you speak
Cause if my heart can't stop it
I'll find a way to block it, I go
La
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