turn up on em - fbg young & fbg dutchie lyrics
[intro: fbg dutchie]
let’s get it, huh?
turn up on ’em, huh?
huh? huh? huh?
let’s get it, huh? we gon’ turn up on ’em (let’s get it)
[pre*chorus: fbg dutchie]
hit the club with them bands, f*ck it, i’ma turn up on ’em (that gwop)
and them n*ggas shot my mans, f*ck it, i’ma turn up on ’em (boom*boom)
that’s a crowd full of thots, f*ck it, we gon’ turn up on ’em (let’s get it)
for that motherf*ckin’ gwop, f*ck it, we gon’ turn up on ’em (let’s get it)
[chorus: fbg dutchie & fbg young]
now turn up, turn up on ’em (let’s get it)
turn up on ’em (let’s get it)
turn up on ’em
turn up, turn up, turn up on ’em (let’s get it)
now turn up, turn up on ’em (let’s get it)
turn up on ’em (huh?)
turn up on ’em (number 1)
turn up, turn up, turn up on ’em
[verse 1: fbg young]
ayy, twenty bad b*tches, and i got ’em all off rappin’ (for real)
i finessed the mic, got clouted up, so now it’s crackin’ (turn up on ’em)
thirty, stephen curries, and they strapped with automatic (grrlah)
way before a video, i been ’bout that action (gang)
tote my pistol in the club, on the stage with that snub
let that b*tch spit like a rapper, wet a n*gga ’til he drunk (he dead)
put my face up on the flyer, turn these b*tches’ thotties up (clot up on ’em)
i’m a hood star, hit the hood and you know they show me love (that’s you?)
i don’t need no bodyguard, this b*tch gon’ take some body parts (no no)
got a ten*year entourage, they ride for me like rosa parks (st. lawrence)
hit the club smokin’ drugs out the bag, don’t do no dubs (no no)
you’s a clizzy, get no love, you in the line, boy, you a scrub, huh?
[pre*chorus: fbg dutchie]
hit the club with them bands, f*ck it, i’ma turn up on ’em (that gwop)
and them n*ggas shot my mans, f*ck it, i’ma turn up on ’em (boom*boom)
that’s a crowd full of thots, f*ck it, we gon’ turn up on ’em (let’s get it)
for that motherf*ckin’ gwop, f*ck it, we gon’ turn up on ’em (let’s get it)
[chorus: fbg dutchie]
now turn up, turn up on ’em (let’s get it)
turn up on ’em (let’s get it)
turn up on ’em
turn up, turn up, turn up on ’em (let’s get it)
now turn up, turn up on ’em (let’s get it)
turn up on ’em (let’s get it)
turn up on ’em
turn up, turn up, turn up on ’em
[verse 2: fbg dutchie]
hit the club with them rolls flexin’ hard, light stack or two
meatroll all hundreds, lookin’ like a stack or two (them bands)
probably three, maybe four, i don’t know, could be some more (some more)
i got pole and i’ma blow, you try to rob, you gettin’ smoked (boom, boom, boom, boom, boom)
all the thots, they gwop watchin’, n*ggas c*ck blockin’ (they mad)
all my boys opp droppin’, n*gga know we not stoppin’ (no no)
n*ggas switchin’ up, fu as h*ll, block hoppin’ (they fufu)
i’m the same young boy that’ll hit your block poppin’ (boom*boom)
but i’m in the [?] with your b*tch, flexin’ like my ass rich (let’s get it)
off the flats and the zip, and i’m smokin’ out the zip
threw them bands on my wrist, [?] my fit
yeah, i’ll turn up on ’em quick (let’s get it, let’s get it)
[pre*chorus: fbg dutchie]
hit the club with them bands, f*ck it, i’ma turn up on ’em (that gwop)
and them n*ggas shot my mans, f*ck it, i’ma turn up on ’em (boom*boom)
that’s a crowd full of thots, f*ck it, we gon’ turn up on ’em (let’s get it)
for that motherf*ckin’ gwop, f*ck it, we gon’ turn up on ’em (let’s get it)
[chorus: fbg dutchie]
now turn up, turn up on ’em (let’s get it)
turn up on ’em (let’s get it)
turn up on ’em
turn up, turn up, turn up on ’em (let’s get it)
now turn up, turn up on ’em (let’s get it)
turn up on ’em (let’s get it)
turn up on ’em
turn up, turn up, turn up on ’em
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