Yelawolf - Too Turnt Up lyrics

[Yelawolf] I got this party started, ready for the mike like a starving artist And I'm hard to start it [Gucci Mane] I'm a mad man, ask yelawolf I need a straight jacket [Yelawolf] So I gave her just what Gucci mane tried to get you to take [Gucci Mane] (That white girl is a freak) I pa** that b**h to yell, he pa** that back to me [Hook] I'm too turnt up that I'm turnt out I'm so burnt up, my lungs burnt out I smoke too much, my crew smoked out I ball too much, we just balled out I'm too turnt up that I'm turnt out I burn too much, my crew burnt out I smoke too much, my roof smoked out I ball too much, we just balled out [Gucci Mane] Elevator kush got me leaning like the Eiffel tower I'm dreaming of a plate of powder These pills got me tripping, I'm tripping I missed my prescription, I'm slippin' I'm a mad man, ask yelawolf I need a straight jacket But I'm balling out and you ain't in my task bracket 7 is the key, that white girl is a freak, I pa** that b**h to yela', he pa** that back to me I came in with Irene, I'm leaving with Codeine I need to take a chill pill and retreat from the scene But I'ma take a stand until my d** here, you dig I purchase them to use em so guess what Gucci mane did … [Hook] [Yelawolf] Yeah, everyday I'm throwin back I guess I'm more like my dad than I thought I was And I need more in fact I run to the store like I had a job moppin up Another party popping up, drink till I drop my cup Sink gettin all stopped up From the blunt guts, smokers on the porch With the bong full of bud And the kegs pumped up Yeah that's right, c**aine got these boys scratching they head like a head of lice Bad luck on the floor with a b**h when I thought I had a hit, but instead it was a dike So I gave her just what Gucci mane tried to get you to take Soon as it set in, she came in with a twin and let off the breaks I got this party started, ready for the mike like a starving artist And I'm hard to start it, when its all said and done, and the confetti runs out then you can just point the party at me... Yeah that, yeah that's me Yeah that's daddy's pedigree Drop a mothafukin verse readily, ain't none of them ahead of me Yeah catfish billy, shoulda just called me "cept fo three" Cuse I take a thirty two pack of brew and crush em.. except for 3 Save them for the light weights, the 115's in the skinny jeans And I'll be the king of the scene, the scene with the jim beam, beam [Hook]