Turn Up The Speakers

[Intro]
I just don't give a fuck!

[Verse 1]
Can't talk with your jaw broke
Pussy got played
Jay Shades need a car note
I wrote
Some crazy shit for y'all though
Striped up like fuck
But Like where is Waldo
Little afro
Bout blown out as Rollo's
Compact like fuck
Got back to cornrows
Oh
Too stressed for sex?
Then I'll just bomb hoes
Find a new drug
Put this up my nose?
Niggas switching roles like they dicks fell off
I'm sick to the bones
But too lit for coughs
Take off the bra or I'ma rip it off
I'm tryna bust on your tummy and lips tits and all
Get ya girlfriend to lick that off
And I ain't joking neither
Never overlooked
Legs shake like seizures
Legs split thinkin I'm shook?
Better bet I'll read ya
Roof's on fire
Turn up the speakers

[Hook]
Aye
Turn up the speakers
Aye
Turn up the (x2)
Turn up the speakers
Aye
Turn up the speakers
Aye
I'm begging you please just
Turn up the speakers
Aye
Turn up the speakers
Aye
Turn up the speakers
Woah
Turn up the speakers
Aye
I'm begging you please just
Turn up the speakers
Fuego

[Verse 2]
White bitch
Topless
Like the Corvette
So correct with the hot shit
Its toxic
Not this
Anything but the music
That's not how we do it
Can't stop this
We too lit
Thanks for staying this long
Into this song
I'm bout high as a thong
What's going on?
Speed up the beat cabron
Turn up the speakers
I'm begging I'm pleading
My nigga I need this
Turn up the bass
Like Jesus
We just
Throwing dick at ya nieces
Cream em
Smashing em
Thrashing em speechless
Say I need help but no preacher
Is ready for what I'm on
Believe it
I'm fucked up
But way past that
When I was a child
Pissed on my place mat
Faggot started talking shit
Like I was gonna take that
Put his face in it like
How's that taste Matt?
Stole my old phone
Bitch I want my case back
Bring over McDonald's cause I know you stay fat
I love to state facts
In the worse fucked up ways
How could I ever?
Cause my name is Jay Shades

[Hook]

[Verse 3]
I'm so appalled
See em creep n see em crawl
Wetted up these pussies like they shitting in a stall
Nothin like a house
With graffiti on the walls
Life in an apartment
Smell like murder in the halls
You ain't got no money
But the ones you envy got it all
You ain't built to cap em
So you find a greedy goon on call
They blame it on the full moon
When night falls
Blame it on the embarrassment when the fight's lost
Can't fight off
Nice cars
And all the spice on
He
Set is all you wanna be
Sex is all you want from she
Flex has become a part of me
If you don't like it
Fuckin Slaughter me
Bring my clique to ya front door
What you ordering
Butt fuck ya wife
Take her life
And then on to ya daughter then
Record the shit
Sex-tape for the audience
Butter up the cunt
Button up the front
Cardigans
Oughta been
Way smaller than
I seem to be today
Fuck else you wanted me to say
J-A-Y
All this shit and i'm not high
Shots hit my chest
No vest
But they had no effect
All the bottled up regret
All the feelings kept suppressed
Feeling the void
Except for the
Stale feel of a music obsessed
Lonely depressed
Bastard
Still after
His reality check
Resembles terrets
Making most of my songs resemble my stress
And I hate to admit
That those hits are my best
Never the less
Despite the shots aimed at my breastplate
I'ma shut this shit down
Like any town when the Met's play
I'ma heart stopper
A beat dropper
Pill popper
Good dick having ass
A bed rocker
You bitch
A flow topper
You Stupid?
No doctor
But I'm a hell of a reader
So turn up the speakers
[Hook]