Turn Up On Em

[Intro: FBG Dutchie]
Let's get it, huh
Turn up on ’em, huh (Trey Billz on the beat)
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 (Them bands)
Fuck it, I'ma turn up on 'em (That gwop)
And them niggas shot my mans (What?)
Fuck it, I'ma turn up on 'em (Boom-boom)
That's a crowd full of thots (Lil' thotties)
Fuck it, we gon’ turn up on ’em (Let's get it)
For that motherfuckin’ gwop (That gwop)
Fuck 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)
T-T-Turn up on 'em (Turn up, turn up)
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)
T-T-Turn up on 'em (Number 1)
Turn up, turn up, turn up on 'em

[Verse 1: FBG Young]
Ayy, twenty bad bitches, and I got 'em all off rappin'
I finessed the mic, got clouted up, so now it's crackin'
Thirty, Stephen Curries, and they strapped with automatics
Way before a video, I been 'bout that action (Gang)
Tote my pistol in the club (Uh-huh), on the stage with that snub
Let that bitch spit like a rapper, wet a nigga 'til he drunk (He dead)
Put my face up on the flyer, turn these bitches' thotties up (Clout up, 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 (No)
This bitch gon' take some body parts (No-no)
Got a ten-year entourage (Gang)
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 (Goofy)
You in the line, boy, you a scrub, huh

[Pre-Chorus: FBG Dutchie]
Hit the club with them bands (Them bands)
Fuck it, I'ma turn up on 'em (That gwop)
And them niggas shot my mans (What?)
Fuck it, I'ma turn up on 'em (Boom-boom)
That's a crowd full of thots (Lil' thotties)
Fuck it, we gon' turn up on 'em (Let's get it)
For that motherfuckin' gwop (That gwop)
Fuck 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)
T-T-Turn up on 'em (Turn up, turn up)
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)
T-T-Turn up on 'em (Turn up, turn up)
Turn up, turn up, turn up on 'em

[Verse 2: FBG Dutchie]
Hit the club with them rolls, flexin' hard, light stack or two (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
I got pole and I'ma blow
You try to rob, you gettin' smoked
All the thots, they gwop watchin' (They goin')
Niggas cock blockin' (They mad)
All my boys opp droppin' (Huh)
Nigga, no, we not stoppin' (No-no)
Niggas switchin' up, fu as hell, block hoppin' (They fufu)
I'm the same young boy that'll hit your block poppin' (Boom-boom)
But I'm in the 'Ville (The 'Ville)
With your bitch, flexin' like my ass rich (Let's get it)
Off the flats and the zip
And I'm smokin' out the zip (Dope)
Threw them bands on my wrist
[?] my 'fit
Yeah, I'll turn up on 'em quick
(Huh, let's get it)

[Pre-Chorus: FBG Dutchie]
Hit the club with them bands (Them bands)
Fuck it, I'ma turn up on 'em (That gwop)
And them niggas shot my mans (What?)
Fuck it, I'ma turn up on 'em (Boom-boom)
That's a crowd full of thots (Lil' thotties)
Fuck it, we gon' turn up on 'em (Let's get it)
For that motherfuckin' gwop (That gwop)
Fuck 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)
T-T-Turn up on 'em (Turn up, turn up)
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)
T-T-Turn up on 'em (Turn up, turn up)
Turn up, turn up, turn up on 'em