Turnt Up Niggaz

[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 Rosé 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: Waka Flocka Flame] x2 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