T3 – Turn Me Up lyrics

[Intro]
T3, let's get it
Official (Official), you know what official mean? (Official)
Volume three, lock
It's a wrap (Volume three)
Turn me up, turn me up some (It's on deck)
Turn me up, turn me up some, some, some (Lock)
Turn me up (Nigga), turn me up
Turn me up, nigga, turn me up
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy

[Verse 1]
Turn me up some
I hopped up on the scene tryna touch somethin'
I drove a rust bucket tryna get my just of it
For the plush duckets, hotter than a stove oven
I'm just an east side nigga with some flows on him
They tried to stop him but he came up with more comin'
I stayed dumb and my stomach was a tad rumblin'
Now the niggas hit the list and come to our function
Let the preacher tell the truth and this is not assumptions
Y'all suck it, plunger shit, mad suction
No discussion, load it up and start bustin'
Blew the dust off the vinyl now the wrath comin', relax

[Chorus]
Turn me up, turn me up some (Some, some, some, some)
Turn me up, turn me up some (Some, some)
Turn me up (Nigga), turn me up
Turn me up, nigga (Turn me up)
Ayy, ayy, let's get it
Turn me up, turn me up (Ayy)

[Verse 2]
I hit the panic button
I hop up on the scene like, "What up, brotha?"
High-side, know I'm on the rise, be like the mob, brothas
Sabotage, not a lot unless God nudge us, step aside
Who left 'em paralyzed? You idolized when I arrived
Tried to steal my whole fuckin' fly, but that's not advised
You better strategize knowin' I'm the next to rise
I swat these guys like they flies, niggas fuckin' die
My perspective like a satellite, beat 'em in a bar fight
Catch you late at night, I'm on some poltergeist
Now you gotta pay the ultra-price
Niggas booin' like it's open mic
When the sirens come, you know I'm out of sight
Jumpin' in a car that's lookin' chauffeur-like
Dolo, solo, so precise
Wearin' rose gold like it's over ice
Hittin' ultra-heights, over kites, hella flights
I had to sacrifice, turn it up, dim the lights
Turn this motherfuckin' sound up

[Chorus]
Turn me up, nigga, turn me up
Turn me up, nigga, turn me up
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy (Let's get it)
Turn me up, turn me up
Turn me up some (Turn me up)
Turn me up, turn me up (Yeah, nigga, turn me up)

[Outro]
Load it, load it, load it, load it up and start bustin'
Blew the, blew the dust off the vinyl, now the wrath comin'
I'm just an east side nigga with some flows on him
Turn me up (Turn the motherfuckin' sound up)
Turn that motherfucker up