Crank Up

Crank Up - Pastor Troy

Crank me up

PT Baby it's bout to get buck

I don't know maybe you never heard of

Caught 'em in the back of the club with black

Hard as a hammer I am Atlanta

As soon as I step on the scene it's lights, camera,

Action, cashin fat a** checks my rolex

Will make you faint

You think I ain't

I hit the bank with 50 grand

Just to spend the night

Na-uh pass me them bills mama I got a flight

? Listen here

Private jet at the do'

A bad a** ho

Into the clouds i go

The underground puttin it down fo 5 years

The blood, the sweat, the motherf**kin tears

I'm livin the life of a young drug lord

I'll blow this heffa up if i get bord

Now ease up shawty

Let the G slide through

And I don't leave without my 32

Tucked in the boots

Tucked in the coat

And when I see chuck

It's gone get tucked in his throat

And Murder She Wrote

But hell I can't read

Stab the ho

Kidnap the b**ch seed

Now I'm on the loose

Now I'm on the run

F**K THAT SH*T

I go and get a bigger gun

So crank me up

If you don't give a damn ni**a we don't give a f**k

I bought ya CD

My man y'all suck

Done sucked a cracker dick in the office and came up

Get it

Never wore a vest

Yeah ni**a yes

DSGB across my motherf**kin chest ni**a

Yes ni**a

Picture me bout to bleed

When I done been raised by all the G's

The crooks and killas

Is my motherf**kin niggaz

Jab a p**sy

With some motherf**kin scissors

This a motherf**kin crime scene

I'm bussin on the law my ni**a by any means

So crank me up

If you a gangsta you need to crank this up

If you don't give a damn ni**a we don't give a f**k

Pastor baby bout to crank this up

Crank me up

If you a gangsta you need to crank this up

If you don't give a damn ni**a we don't give a f**k

Pastor baby bout to crank this up