Turn Up

[Hook: A$ton Matthews] Weed by the pound, lean in my cup All these bitches coming down and they leaving here with us The homie's got the four pound if you tryna' press your luck Get it wrong, yeah you niggas know what's up Bitch we 'bout to turn up Uh, yeah, uh, turn up Uh, yeah, uh, turn up [Verse 1: DA$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 ho to fuck and suck Hella blunt like the shit I'm smoking ? motion that the bottle soon as the motherfucker open Yeah so, as I parlay through the beach If it's beef, call my niggas 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 niggas ball, Abdul-Jabbar Killing shit nigga, Freddy, Jason, mixed with Chucky If the bitch fuck, me she lucky Only worried 'bout my bucks be [Hook] [Verse 2: Joey Fatts] Posted with my niggas and we chilling Two twin Glocks, Warren Sapp in the building Turning up the spot, and we dope dealing White bitches give me top, I supply the coke they sniffing And she fucking with them G's, fucking with them key's Keys open doors, after I fuck she gotta leave Posted with the team, forty with a beam Niggas 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 ass a lead shower, turn his picture to a puzzle Motherfucking Fatts [Hook]