Joey Fatts - Turn Up lyrics

[Hook: A$ton Matthews] Weed by the pound, lean in my cup All these b**hes coming 'round and they leaving here with us The homie's got the four pound if you tryna press your luck Get it wrong, yeah you n***as know what's up b**h we 'bout to turn up Uh, yeah, uh, turn up Uh, yeah, uh, turn up [Verse 1: DA$H] 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 f** and s** Hella blunt, like the sh** I'm smoking [?] motion, dead the bottle soon as that motherf**er open Yeah so, as I parlay through the beach If it's beef, call my n***as 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 n***as ball, Abdul-Jabbar k**ing sh** n***a, Freddy, Jason, mixed with Chucky If the b**h f** me she lucky, only worried 'bout my bucks be [Hook] [Verse 2: Joey Fatts] Posted with my n***as and we chilling Two twin Glocks, Warren Sapp in the building Turning up the spot and we dope dealing White b**hes give me top, I supply the coke they sniffing And she f**ing with them G's, f**ing with them key's Keys open doors, after I f** she gotta leave Posted with the team, forty with a beam n***as 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 a** a lead shower, turn his picture to a puzzle Motherf**ing Fatts [Hook]