Lyrics Soulja Boy – Turn Up

Hook:
Turn up on a phone nigga we don’t get no fuck
We get thirties in the cut we will fuck you up
Turn up on a phone nigga we don’t get no fuck

Verse 1:
Thirties in the cut Fredo in the cut done
Pull up to the club shooting shit up
Pull up in that porsche knock the roof off
Red beam on this nose call ’em Rudolf
Bitches big soldiers, ye big soldiers
I done took over pull up in a white rover
Same colour coke drink whip it with the soda
Lil Dre and Fredo bitch we taking over
SOD bitch bitch CBI bitch bitch
Fresh as fuck riding through these street bitch
If a nigga talk he better know I’m packing
Ready for that acid kick the nigga off the traffic
We will fuck you up, fuck you up this is not a game
Hit a lick lick pop this is not a chain
I had to stack 20 racks in my fucking chain
Fredo tato soulja all these bitches know our name

Hook:
Turn up on a phone nigga we don’t get no fuck
We get thirties in the cut we will fuck you up
Turn up on a phone nigga we don’t get no fuck

Verse 2:
Pull up to the club we get thirties up
I get real talk can shoot you up
We don’t give a fuck we gold nuts
Been up in the field know I’m a touch
Acting all hard we blame it y’all
Got the thirty on me no lacking buck
Got you in the field it’s a drill
Rolling off the pill this shit is real
Rolling off the molly while in the party
Pull off in a rarri shoot up the party
Now your man dead but bitch I’m sorry
Bitch I’m from Chyrack we go to hardies
You know how I rock bitch don’t get popped
Rolling off the molly I smoke your top
Bitch I love to flex we run through cheques
Shoot you with this tec wide in your neck

Hook:
Turn up on a phone nigga we don’t get no fuck
We get thirties in the cut we will fuck you up
Turn up on a phone nigga we don’t get no fuck
We got thirties in the cut we will fuck you up
We fuck you up, we will fuck you up
We got thirties in the cut we will fuck you up
We got thirties in the cut we will fuck you up
We got thirties in the cut we will fuck you up