f*ck You Up (Turn Up) lyrics

by

Soulja Boy


[Chorus: Fredo Santana]
Turn up on a f*ck n*gga, we don't give no f*ck
We got thirties in the cut, we'll f*ck you up
Turn up on a f*ck n*gga, we don't give no f*ck
We got thirties in the cut, we'll f*ck you up
We'll f*ck you up, we'll f*ck you up
We got thirties in the cut, we'll f*ck you up
We got thirties in the cut, we'll f*ck you up
We got thirties in the cut, we'll f*ck you up

[Verse 1: Soulja Boy]
Thirties in the cut, Fredo in the cut
Pull up to the club, shooting sh*t up
Pull up in that Porsche, knock the roof off
Red beam on his nose, call him Rudolph
b*tch it's big Soulja, yeah big Soulja
I done took over, pull up in the white Rover
Same color coca, whipping with the soda (cash)
Lil Dre, and Fredo b*tch we taking over
S.O.D. b*tch, G.B.E. b*tch
Fresh as f*ck, riding through these streets b*tch
If a n*gga talk, he better know I'm packing
Ready for that action, kill that n*gga off in traffic
We'll f*ck you up, this is not a game
Hit a lick, pop another chain
I had to stack twenty racks in my f*cking chain
Fredo, Tadoe, Soulja, all these b*tches know our name
[Chorus: Fredo Santana]
Turn up on a f*ck n*gga, we don't give no f*ck
We got thirties in the cut, we'll f*ck you up
Turn up on a f*ck n*gga, we don't give no f*ck
We got thirties in the cut, we'll f*ck you up
We'll f*ck you up, we'll f*ck you up
We got thirties in the cut, we'll f*ck you up
We got thirties in the cut, we'll f*ck you up
We got thirties in the cut, we'll f*ck you up

[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*ck, 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 off a pill, this sh*t is real
Rolling off the molly, while in the party
Pull off in a 'Rari, shoot up the party
Now your man's dead, well b*tch I'm sorry
b*tch I'm from Chiraq, we go the hardest
You know how I rock, b*tch don't get popped
Rolling off the molly, I smoked yo top
b*tch I love to flex, we run through checks
Shoot you with this TEC, right in your neck
[Chorus: Fredo Santana]
Turn up on a f*ck n*gga, we don't give no f*ck
We got thirties in the cut, we'll f*ck you up
Turn up on a f*ck n*gga, we don't give no f*ck
We got thirties in the cut, we'll f*ck you up
We'll f*ck you up, we'll f*ck you up
We got thirties in the cut, we'll f*ck you up
We got thirties in the cut, we'll f*ck you up
We got thirties in the cut, we'll f*ck you up
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