Turn the Fuck Up! Video (MV)

Turn the f*ck up
Turn the f*ck up
Turn the f*ck up
Turn the f*ck up
Turn the f*ck up
Turn the f*ck up
Turn the f*ck up
Turn the f*ck up
Yeah we in this bitch
Boutta turn the f*ck up
If you want some f*cking problems
Bitch then step the f*ck up
Pull the glock and let it blow
Ill Leave a bullet in your lungs
Your whole clique can get it too
We got the choppas with the drums
We dont give a f*ck
Yng the gang you know
We bout to blow up
Pull up to the club
20 deep we bout to turn the f*ck up
You know I'm already f*cked up
Smoke a half ounce in a blunt
Sippin Purple in a double cup
Acid tab under my tongue
Bottles pouring up
Smoke so much I think mightve
Collapsed a lung
Gotta call the plug cuz I
Need some more f*cking drugs
Yeah im lit but I'm not high enough bitch im tryna turn the f*ck up
Yeah I'm bout to turn the f*ck up
Zooted on some good drugs
I been making bangers
Bitch I'm going f*ckin dumb
Yeah I'm with the gang
We be out here lit as f*ck
You dont want no f*cking smoke
Bitch we got the straps tucked
Yeah we got them thangs tucked
If You really want the smoke
You know I got the smoke
Cinco got the smoke
Deadwolf got the smoke
Khronic got the pole
Lil nat f*cked ya hoe
Impact break ya nose
Free the bro kashtro
I been busting my ass
Bitch I dont take no days off
This is my entire life
Bitch I am never gon stop
Ima keep on f*cking grinding
Till I'm at top
If you get in my way bitch
I'm gonna knock ya ass off
I'm tryna get the riches
Bitch I want it all
Swinging for the fences
Bitch I'm bout to ball
You see the way I'm dripping
Bitch I got the sauce
I'm a f*ckin boss
I dont got no time to talk
I am not somebody
That you wanna f*ckin cross
Im f*cking crazy
You dsont wanna piss me off
If you come at me you
Gonna take a loss
Hit you with that 1,2 ima
Break ya f*ckin jaw
Knock ya teeth out
Watch ya body f*ckin drop
Turn the f*ck up
Turn the f*ck up
Turn the f*ck up
Turn the f*ck up
Turn the f*ck up
Turn the f*ck up
Turn the f*ck up
Turn the f*ck up
Yeah we in this bitch
Boutta turn the f*ck up
If you want some f*cking problems
Bitch then step the f*ck up
Pull the glock and let it blow
Ill Leave a bullet in your lungs
Your whole clique can get it too
We got the choppas with the drums
Bitch I'm ballin like curry
I'm about to run the score up
You ain't ever gonna catch up
Pussy boy get your weight up
Watch my money stack up
Dont get too close better back up
Im not playing wit ya
Bitch you boutta get slapped up
Ima motha f*ckin beast
Swear this ain't what you want
Strapped up in this bitch
Dont f*ck around and get popped
Send three f*cking shots with
The glock pop pop pop
Call that biuth bbnch a guillotine cuz it
Take yo motha f*cking head off
Chop chop chop Dead in a parking lot Everybody screaming oh my god
Gotta dip cuz they probably called the cops.
Skrrt skrrt skrrt bitch take the f*ck off
Pull up to my studio and
Turn ya ass into a song