WAKA FLOCKA FLAME - Turnt Up Niggaz lyrics

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[Intro]

Turn the fuck up on y'all niggas

One time for Fetti Gang, YG Hootie

P Smurf, what up nigga?

[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 Rozay got a nigga woozy

BSM, shout out to YG Hootie

Bottoms up, bottles up

Take your bitch 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 bitch from Thailand, she like to bang cock

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 x2: Waka Flocka Flame]

We some turnt up niggas

Down to pull a trigger

All for one, one for all

My nigga, you my nigga

Kill, why we kill three

Back against the wall

Middle finger, screaming fuck this industry

We too fucking street

[Verse 2: YG Hootie]

My whip, two doors

My phone, new whores

BSM, we T-U

Running through the pack we need more

Bitch, pulled up at headquarters

Homie, that's your girlfriend

I fucked up her life, turned that to a whirlwind

Got a lot of money, still gangbanging

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 nigga ass out just like Flocka

That's that shit I learned, that enterprise

You ain't down to kill, don't get in the ride

T-T-U, too turnt up

T-T-G, leave you stuck

(Get your ass laid out), nigga who gon' pick you up?

Blood holiday, formerly a hundred deep

Young, rich nigga, still thuggin', Eazy-E

[Hook x2]

[Verse 3: P Smurf]

John Belushi, brand new Rolls

Bitch 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 bitch, understand my hustle

That F3 style, for fiend boys

That Maserati place, say fiend boys

Them Prada jeans cost five hanks

But you broke niggas 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

Niggas know what time it is

'Bout a half a million worth of diamonds bitch

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 shit cracking

[Hook x2]<br />

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