Submarine Bass Face (Turn Me Up!)

[Hook]
You second place runner-ups, I'm a winner run amok
Turn me up some, turn me up yo, turn me up
Turn me up some, turn me up yo, turn me up
Turn me up some, turn me up yo, turn me up

[Fresh Daily]
Stereo assault, OG status on the beats boy
Heavy on the (BASS), flip weight no d-boy
Good vibration like the Beach Boys, b-boy stance
Posted up to destroy your EQ (BASS)
Turn me up some, real heavy trunk rattle
Quick with the bump that will leave them slumped, gun battle
808 clap clap, Eazy E snapback, really he's a class act
B.G.G., that's that
Bass face, hold that, hear it and go ham
When you hear it in the jam
To the ceiling throw your hands
If you feeling where I am, fuck it, feeling where I'm coming from
Turn it up to number 10, this right here's a 1 of 1
Feel me then you understand, I'm a winner run amok
Put it up 100 grand, who you think could run with us?
Bass!
Shake your spine out of place
Take your mind outer space
When I rhyme, I'm an ace
It's a grind for the cake, slime
Rhyme to the bass line
Crime how the bass blinds
Like mace to the face, I'm
Great over breaks
Across every single state line
Kill em with the bass
Till my face is on dateline, gametime

[Hook]

[Suede Jury]
Catch me roof topping with a pretty plus one
City rushes in my blood, Egyptian Musk in your lungs, turn me up some
Refer to us, the bass bring bliss to herbalist, plus it's fresh, forever permanent
And Brooklyn keeps on taking it, you got it? good
And since you understood, maybe you should stop with all that fakin' shit
Front like you don't play this shit
Meanwhile while when you wasted you running up in the DJ booth asking
"yo who break be this?"
Fresh be killing, I'm just tryna do the same with it
I can show you my references, you tell me what you make of it
Define greatness as suede, the new face on the stage
You rhyme flavorless I ain't tryina take your chick
She gave her number, I ain't even asked for
You just mad when I pop up on the dashboard, she be like, "like"
I mean arguing is hard, all I do is post up, and now she's following the god, turn it up

[Hook]

[Melo-X]
I see you down at level 5, I need you at level 10
When you start to turn it up, that's when I be going in
And I hit that track like a racing cat in a real fast car on a racing track
Haters know what the hell I'm at, putting Flatbush on the map
Brooklyn's what I'm reppin', keep some females in my presence
And they gotta be the finest like that wine that's been fermented
I put them in a coma when they smell that God's aroma
Got em hotter than a sauna, that's the time I be up on them
Well back to the haters, when i spit it's sorta like a razor
Cut sharp like a buck 50 cross yo' shape up
Better get your weight up, on these homies get they hate up
When you blow they change face like they start applyin make-up
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