Turn Up the Volume Freestyle
Bitch
Uh
Uh
Bitch
Uh
Uh
Bitch
I'm the bitch that's been chosen
Pigeon toed bow legged
So outspoken
Know my name got a big buzz
Like locust
Bouta pull a Janet
Put pads on my shoulders
Let me a get a bag
It's a wrap bitch it's over
Sittin' at the top
Like a motherfucking closure
Sittin' at the top
Like I'm motherfucking 'posed to
Why is you surprised that I'm winning?
Hoe I told you
Playin wit them numbers like Sudoku
I shuffle em
Bitches wanna frown they face up
'Cause I don't fuck wit 'em
If you gotta ask me if I'm fuckin' him
I'm fuckin' him
Gon' get ya fighting shoes
Bitch I'll buckle 'em
I'm fuckin' astounding
My sound is resounding
Lean into a peace of mind
Fuck I'm Italian?
Make these bitches oh so nervous
Get a Valium
I make the that bitch jump
Now turn up the volume
Turn up the volume
Make that bitch jump
Now turn up the volume
Turn up the volume
Make that bitch jump
Now turn up the volume
Turn up the volume
Make that bitch jump
Now turn up the volume
Turn up the volume
Make that bitch now
Level up
You such a fuckin' bad bitch
Nigga they crazy
If they told you that you average
Yea I'ma bend it
And rub it up
And smack it
A big freak come up in this little package
Now tell me
How you send a shot without a address?
Bitch ya whole outfit
Past tense
Bitch ya hair
And ya nails look ragged
And the bitches that ya with?
Aggy
I'ma read a bitch down like Miranda
I got her by the neck
They like unhand her
I'm rey
I'm rey
I'm rey cut up
Ask about me
They gon' tell you straight up
Kam about it
I got akh niggas goin' ham about me
My skin so tan
Like I stay in the tropics
Bitch don't trip
I'ma stay in the pocket
Stop it
But I ain't say
I was gon' stay in the octave
Get a lil higher
Then align all my chakras
I'm a getting money ass bitch
Is my mantra
I be in the cut like a muhfuckin' doctor
O-R
I ain't met a bitch like me
I mean so far
Do it like it's nothing
And you go oh-so hard
Say you in ya bag?
I done fell in a Goyard
I got grass
Got green like a front yard
He asked me where you rey go?
I said dumb hard
I'm fly like aero
No postale
Bitches say they harder than me?
Not possible
Bitch I'm comin for the gold man
Like Oscar
I ain't here to hold hands
No kumbaya
No bitch hotter
Beatin' up the beat
Like da-doom-doom-da-da
I'ma real artist
You a con like Chaka
I'm a
Sweet thang like Rufus mane
He can't leave
Cause I suck it like I'm toothless mane
Leave 'em loose as a goose
Off them juicy stains
In the booth with my dawg
Like I'm goofy mane
Bitch I jump like a frog
Fuck what you be saying
Kiss the princess
A bitch got inches
I'ma
Wash a bitch
And you rinse the dishes
Run up in a bitch mouth
Miss Kam the dentist
You bitches can't see me
Through the thickest lenses
I come for crimson
I come for blood
OutKast how I'm clean
When I'm from the mud
If you bitches got bars
I got tons of suds
Real shit
Got hella crips
And I got tons of bloods
And they stay wit they stick
Like they Elmer Fudd
Look this shit can get sticky
Like Elmer, bud
I'm tellin ya, bud
Them boys put a shell in ya buttcheek
Tried to show love
All a sudden it's fuck me?
Well fuck it
I'ma pack they ass up
Like some lunch meat
Put you in a box
If a bitch wanna touch me
Show 'em how I wheel
Like a bitch in the front seat
Swervin' lanes and servin' game
Pussy gooder than a bitch
And I slurp the same
Look I got the cast on
You can't hurt me mane
Hit the stage and it's close curtains
For certain mane
Stop playin' wit me nigga
Uh
Uh
Bitch
Uh
Uh
Bitch
I'm the bitch that's been chosen
Pigeon toed bow legged
So outspoken
Know my name got a big buzz
Like locust
Bouta pull a Janet
Put pads on my shoulders
Let me a get a bag
It's a wrap bitch it's over
Sittin' at the top
Like a motherfucking closure
Sittin' at the top
Like I'm motherfucking 'posed to
Why is you surprised that I'm winning?
Hoe I told you
Playin wit them numbers like Sudoku
I shuffle em
Bitches wanna frown they face up
'Cause I don't fuck wit 'em
If you gotta ask me if I'm fuckin' him
I'm fuckin' him
Gon' get ya fighting shoes
Bitch I'll buckle 'em
I'm fuckin' astounding
My sound is resounding
Lean into a peace of mind
Fuck I'm Italian?
Make these bitches oh so nervous
Get a Valium
I make the that bitch jump
Now turn up the volume
Turn up the volume
Make that bitch jump
Now turn up the volume
Turn up the volume
Make that bitch jump
Now turn up the volume
Turn up the volume
Make that bitch jump
Now turn up the volume
Turn up the volume
Make that bitch now
Level up
You such a fuckin' bad bitch
Nigga they crazy
If they told you that you average
Yea I'ma bend it
And rub it up
And smack it
A big freak come up in this little package
Now tell me
How you send a shot without a address?
Bitch ya whole outfit
Past tense
Bitch ya hair
And ya nails look ragged
And the bitches that ya with?
Aggy
I'ma read a bitch down like Miranda
I got her by the neck
They like unhand her
I'm rey
I'm rey
I'm rey cut up
Ask about me
They gon' tell you straight up
Kam about it
I got akh niggas goin' ham about me
My skin so tan
Like I stay in the tropics
Bitch don't trip
I'ma stay in the pocket
Stop it
But I ain't say
I was gon' stay in the octave
Get a lil higher
Then align all my chakras
I'm a getting money ass bitch
Is my mantra
I be in the cut like a muhfuckin' doctor
O-R
I ain't met a bitch like me
I mean so far
Do it like it's nothing
And you go oh-so hard
Say you in ya bag?
I done fell in a Goyard
I got grass
Got green like a front yard
He asked me where you rey go?
I said dumb hard
I'm fly like aero
No postale
Bitches say they harder than me?
Not possible
Bitch I'm comin for the gold man
Like Oscar
I ain't here to hold hands
No kumbaya
No bitch hotter
Beatin' up the beat
Like da-doom-doom-da-da
I'ma real artist
You a con like Chaka
I'm a
Sweet thang like Rufus mane
He can't leave
Cause I suck it like I'm toothless mane
Leave 'em loose as a goose
Off them juicy stains
In the booth with my dawg
Like I'm goofy mane
Bitch I jump like a frog
Fuck what you be saying
Kiss the princess
A bitch got inches
I'ma
Wash a bitch
And you rinse the dishes
Run up in a bitch mouth
Miss Kam the dentist
You bitches can't see me
Through the thickest lenses
I come for crimson
I come for blood
OutKast how I'm clean
When I'm from the mud
If you bitches got bars
I got tons of suds
Real shit
Got hella crips
And I got tons of bloods
And they stay wit they stick
Like they Elmer Fudd
Look this shit can get sticky
Like Elmer, bud
I'm tellin ya, bud
Them boys put a shell in ya buttcheek
Tried to show love
All a sudden it's fuck me?
Well fuck it
I'ma pack they ass up
Like some lunch meat
Put you in a box
If a bitch wanna touch me
Show 'em how I wheel
Like a bitch in the front seat
Swervin' lanes and servin' game
Pussy gooder than a bitch
And I slurp the same
Look I got the cast on
You can't hurt me mane
Hit the stage and it's close curtains
For certain mane
Stop playin' wit me nigga
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Writer(s): Kamaria Hall
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