Gucci Mane - Volume lyrics

Gucci, scoochie, OK, paper out, paper out [Hook:] I'm so motherf**ing turned up right now (volume) Someone please turn Gucci Mane down (volume) Bricksquad thugged out, we don't give a f** (volume) We hit the club, shoot the club, tear the club up (volume) So you should hit the floor, get low and shut up (volume) Hit the floor, get low and shut the f** up (volume) Yous a b**h, yous a snitch, you a motherf**ing scrub (volume) Yous a b**h, yous a snitch, you a motherf**ing scrub (volume) [Verse 1] I pulled up in a four door Porsche set tripping Three young dread head n***as riding with me I don't think they like me and I don't like 'em neither But if they move wrong I'll red up they white beater I do it for the hood, I do it like no equal I do it for the red, black, yellow, white people I just bought a kay, just the other day And I don't play with grown men I don't like to play I'm so motherf**ing turned up right now n***as hating on me, I don't give a f** right now Well, you n***as keep on trying like the little engine that could You think you can, you think you could, I think you pussies should [Hook] [Verse 2] Call me Gucci flocka flame, I then changed my name Call me frenchie mane, la flare, gucc the kid -- it's all the same I be running, gunning, stunting with 100 k**ers riding You snitching, b**hing, tattle telling scared to stand beside me I just bought another house just to hold my goons So icy entertainment boy we just like a platoon The colors in my chain remind me of a cartoon I'll murk your boy in March baby find that boy the June I wish they found him August so that's like tomuch too soon His face was swoll and puffy about the color of a prune Bricksquad movement and no you're not a part of it Me waka and woo juice and frenchie mane started it [Hook] [Verse 3 - Wooh da Kid:] Iced out bar, got me balling like the lakers Homicide around the corner where you in Jamaica My volume on max, you boys better run Ima n***a with an attitude holding on the gun 17 n***as I left 16 hit, last n***a hit the corner, got his whole head split Told you you're a goner, ima leave you dead quick I'm like asalam-aleikum, left them ... prick Wooh, the kid thugged out, we don't give a f** Let your soul meet the sole of the bottom of my chucks Black car, black tint with the big tags, stay low to the floor My midget out bag, my midget out the bag [Hook]