Fredo Santana - Turn Up lyrics

[Produced by Marvin Cruz] [Hook: Fredo Santana] Turn up on a f** n***a, we don't give no f** We got thirties in the cut, we'll f** you up Turn up on a f** n***a, we don't give no f** We got thirties in the cut, we'll f** you up We'll f** you up, we'll f** you up We got thirties in the cut, we'll f** you up We got thirties in the cut, we'll f** you up We got thirties in the cut, we'll f** you up [Verse 1: Soulja Boy] Thirties in the cut, Fredo in the cut Pull up to the club, shooting sh** up Pull up in that Porsche, knock the roof off Red beam on his nose, call him Rudolph b**h it's big Soulja, yeah big Soulja I done took over, pull up in the white Rover Same color coke, whipping with the soda (cash) Lil Dre, and Fredo b**h we taking over S.O.D. b**h, G.B.E. b**h Fresh as f**, riding through these streets b**h If a n***a talk, he better know I'm packing Ready for that action, k** that n***a off in traffic We'll f** you up, this is not a game Hit a lick, pop another chain I had to stack twenty racks on my f**ing chain Fredo, Tadoe, Soulja, all these b**hes know our name [Hook] [Verse 2: Tadoe] Pull up to the club with them thirties tucked Acting real tough, we'll shoot you up We don't give a f**, we go nuts Been up in the field, no amateurs Acting all hard, we blam at ya' Got the thirty on me, no lacking bruh Catch you in the field, it's a drill Rolling of a pill, this sh** is real Rolling off the molly, while in the party Rolled off in a 'Rari, shoot up the party Now your man's dead, well b**h I'm sorry b**h I'm from Chiraq, we go the hardest You know how I rock, b**h don't get popped Rolling off the molly, I smoke on top b**h I love to flex, we want them checks Shoot you with this TEC, right in your neck [Hook]