Turn Up 4 Ya Mans

[Chorus: FBG Dutchie]
Bitch you want smoke?
Get your ice skates
Put your skis on
Let your pipe shake
Take a a life (ay)
Blick on sight (ay)
Yeah that's lightweight, and I might say
Bitch we dropped your mans
Hope you understand
We not fuckin' playin' (huh)
Turn up for yo mans
T up for yo mans
Yeah we smoked his ass
Now we smoke his ass
Turn up for his ass

[Verse 1: FBG Duck]
You gon' ride for yo mans? You gon' die for yo mans?
Why you steady sittin' around cryin' for yo mans?
Instead of drinkin' Hennessy and gettin' high for yo mans
You need to go and send a nigga high for yo mans
Cause when my brother died, Ohh wee I brought hella' pipes
Every night, all I thought about was takin' niggas life
Momma told me killin' muthafuckas ain't gon' make it right
Some niggas can't stand next to me if they ain't steppin' right
Guns in the party case somethin' kicked off in this bitch
Gotta watch how we move cuz we big dogs in this shit
Bitches lookin' at my pockets like I got Rick Ross in my shit
Took her to the bathroom now there's lip gloss on my dick

[Chorus: FBG Dutchie]
Bitch you want smoke?
Get your ice skates
Put your skis on
Let your pipe shake
Take a a life (ay)
Blick on sight (ay)
Yeah that's lightweight, and I might say
Bitch we dropped your mans
Hope you understand
We not fuckin' playin' (huh)
Turn up for yo mans
T up for yo mans
Yeah we smoked his ass
Now we smoke his ass
Turn up for his ass

[Verse 2: FBG Dutchie]
Smokin' on the gas, that's ya mans
Remember we smoked ya mans? LOL I'm just playin'
But anywhoo, foenem slide with them semi [?]
Takeoff on you like a hemi coupe
Knock the noodles out your bowl, it's really soup
Killas kill man you know what we really do
Who's mans is this? Folks a fan of it
Even the fans get hit
We not playin' lil bitch
[?]
Foenem slidin' and shit
Mommas prayin' and shit
Lil nigga fuck yo dead homies
Young and old head homies
We the reason niggas got dead homies
Give yo dead homies more dead homies
[?] and old head homies
Now yo dead homies got dead homies
And they ass was a lie before ya dead homies became dead homies

[Chorus: FBG Dutchie]
Bitch you want smoke?
Get your ice skates
Put your skis on
Let your pipe shake
Take a a life (ay)
Blick on sight (ay)
Yeah that's lightweight, and I might say
Bitch we dropped your mans
Hope you understand
We not fuckin' playin' (huh)
Turn up for yo mans
T up for yo mans
Yeah we smoked his ass
Now we smoke his ass
Turn up for his ass