Turn Up - Joey Fatts, A$Ton Matthews, Da$h

Weed by the pound, lean in my cup

All these bitches coming 'round and they leaving here with us

The homie’s got the four pound if you tryna press your luck

Get it wrong, yeah you niggas know what’s up

Bitch we 'bout to turn up

Uh, yeah, uh, turn up

Uh, yeah, uh, turn up

Dropping dope just like a dread head

Tatted like a cholo, Actavis in my solo cup

Drinking like a pound of, yup

Looking for a hoe to fuck and suck

Hella blunt, like the shit I’m smoking

motion, dead the bottle soon as that motherfucker open

Yeah so, as I parlay through the beach

If it’s beef, call my niggas from the Naughtys, tires screech

Hammers busting, no discussion

Leave him red like he was blushing, damn

Son of Sam, run the game like I was Vince McMahon

Going ham, yup, high as Mars

Plan of ours, drop some bars, buy some cars

All my niggas ball, Abdul-Jabbar

Killing shit nigga, Freddy, Jason, mixed with Chucky

If the bitch fuck me she lucky, only worried 'bout my bucks be

Posted with my niggas and we chilling

Two twin Glocks, Warren Sapp in the building

Turning up the spot and we dope dealing

White bitches give me top, I supply the coke they sniffing

And she fucking with them G’s, fucking with them key’s

Keys open doors, after I fuck she gotta leave

Posted with the team, forty with a beam

Niggas on my tip, make them young dro show the lean

Uh, in the trap I grand hustle

Birds in the stove, bands in the duffle

Money equals power, power equals muscle

Give his ass a lead shower, turn his picture to a puzzle

Motherfucking Fatts