P Smurf - Turnt Up n***az lyrics

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P Smurf - Turnt Up n***az lyrics

[Intro] Turn the f** up on y'all n***as One time for Fetti Gang, YG Hootie P Smurf, what up n***a? [Verse 1: Fetti Gang] It's Fetti Gang, Flocka Flame, and John Belushi Get your cameras out we 'bout to make a movie All this Rosé got a n***a woozy BSM, shout out to YG Hootie Bottoms up, bottles up Take your b**h to the tele and make her gobble nuts (swallow) They know we gang bang, they ask us what we do it for We just tell 'em we some pimps in red uniforms Just met a b**h from Thailand, she like to bang co*k So I put her on the strip and told her bring clock Fetti Gang the unit, BSM the movement Red flags everywhere, this just how we do it [Hook: Waka Flocka Flame] x2 We some turnt up n***as Down to pull a trigger All for one, one for all My n***a, you my n***a k**, why we k** three Back against the wall Middle finger, screaming f** this industry We too f**ing street [Verse 2: YG Hootie] My whip, two doors My phone, new who*es BSM, we T-U Running through the pack we need more b**h, pulled up at headquarters Homie, that's your girlfriend I f**ed up her life, turned that to a whirlwind Got a lot of money, still g**ning Fall to the club, with my chain swanging Keychain, pink stones, got that for them red bones On Piru Street with the chopper Knock a n***a a** out just like Flocka That's that sh** I learned, that enterprise You ain't down to k**, don't get in the ride T-T-U, too turnt up T-T-G, leave you stuck (Get your a** laid out), n***a who gon' pick you up? Blood holiday, formerly a hundred deep Young, rich n***a, still thuggin', Eazy-E [Hook] x2 [Verse 3: P Smurf] John Belushi, brand new Rolls b**h poking out like Kat Stack's nose Chain so icey need a Mizay charm Leather so soft, this feel like home YG on and I feel like Russell No English-speaking b**h, understand my hustle That F3 style, for fiend boys That Maserati place, say fiend boys Them Prada jeans cost five hanks But you broke n***as can't speak my language Couple more shows, I'm a buy a Vanquish Y'all moving slow like a pack of penguins We do a show like a lone alliance Big BSM chain covered in diamonds Hoppin' out of them burgundy and gold Looking like I'm one of them 49ers n***as know what time it is 'Bout a half a million worth of diamonds b**h Y'all playing with loose change I'm in your hood feeling like I'm at a shooting range It's John Belushi, westside daddy Came through his hood point the Mac .90 addie We the BT boys hop up in the Magnum Come back to the hood, get this sh** cracking [Hook] x2