Fresh Daily - Submarine Ba** Face (Turn Me Up!) lyrics

[Hook] You second place runner-ups, I'm a winner run amok Turn me up some, turn me up yo, turn me up) Turn me up some, turn me up yo, turn me up Turn me up some, turn me up yo, turn me up [Fresh Daily] Stereo a**ault, OG status on the beats boy Heavy on the (BASS), flip weight no d-boy Good vibration like the Beach Boys, b-boy stance Posted up to destroy your EQ (BASS) Turn me up some, real heavy trunk rattle Quick with the bump that will leave them slumped, gun battle 808 clap clap, Eazy E snapback, really he's a cla** act B.G.G., that's that Ba** face, hold that, hear it and go ham, when you hear it in the jam To the ceiling throw your hands If you feeling where I am, f** it, feeling where I'm coming from Turn it up to number 10, this right here's a 1 of 1 Feel me then you understand, I'm a winner run amok Put it up 100 grand, who you think would run with us? Ba**! Shake your spine out of place Take your mind outer space When I rhyme, I'm an ace It's a grind for the cake, slime Rhyme to the ba** line Crime how the ba** blinds Like mace to the face, I'm Great over breaks Across every single state line k** em with the ba** Till my face is on dateline, gangster [Hook] [Suede Jury] Catch me roof topping with a pretty plus one City rushes in my blood, Egyptian Musk in your lungs, turn me up some Refer to us, the ba** bring bliss to herbalist, plus it's fresh, forever permanent And Brooklyn keeps on taking it, you got it? good And since you understood, maybe you should stop with all that fakin' sh** Front like you don't play this sh** Meanwhile while when you wasted you running up in the DJ booth asking "yo who break be this?" Fresh be k**ing, I'm just tryna do the same with it I can show you my references, you tell me what you make of it Define greatness as suede, the new face on the stage You rhyme flavorless I ain't tryina take your chick She gave her number, I ain't even asked for You just mad when I pop up on the dashboard, she be like, "like" I mean arguing is hard, all I do is post up, and now she's following the god, turn it up [Hook] [Melo-X] I see you down at level 5, I need you at level 10 When you start to turn it up, that's when I be going in And I hit that track like a racing cat in a real fast car on a racing track Haters know what the hell I'm at, putting Flatbush on the map Brooklyn's what I'm reppin', keep some females in my presence And they gotta be the finest like that wine that's been fermented I put them in a coma when they smell that God's aroma Got em hotter than a sauna, that's the time I be up on them Well back to the haters, when i spit it's sorta like a razor Cut sharp like a buck 50 cross yo' shape up Better get your weight up, on these homies get they hate up When you blow they change face like they start applyin make-up [Hook]