Turn Up 4 Ya Mans lyrics

[Chorus: FBG Dutchie]
b*tch 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
b*tch we dropped your mans
Hope you understand
We not f*ckin' 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 n*gga high for yo mans
Cause when my brother died, Ohh wee I brought hella' pipes
Every night, all I thought about was takin' n*ggas life
Momma told me killin' muthaf*ckas ain't gon' make it right
Some n*ggas can't stand next to me if they ain't steppin' right
Guns in the party case somethin' kicked off in this b*tch
Gotta watch how we move cuz we big dogs in this sh*t
b*tches lookin' at my pockets like I got Rick Ross in my sh*t
Took her to the bathroom now there's lip gloss on my di*k
[Chorus: FBG Dutchie]
b*tch 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
b*tch we dropped your mans
Hope you understand
We not f*ckin' 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 b*tch
[?]
Foenem slidin' and sh*t
Mommas prayin' and sh*t
Lil n*gga f*ck yo dead homies
Young and old head homies
We the reason n*ggas 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]
b*tch 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
b*tch we dropped your mans
Hope you understand
We not f*ckin' 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