[Intro:]

Turn the $#&@ up on y'all ^!$$%s

One time for Fetti Gang, YG Hootie
P Smurf, what up ^!$$%?


[Verse 1: Fetti Gang]

It's Fetti Gang, Flocka Flame, and John Belushi

Get your cameras out we 'bout to make a movie
All this Rozay got a ^!$$% woozy
BSM, shout out to YG Hootie

Bottoms up, bottles up
Take your (*##$ to the tele and make her gobble nuts (swallow)
They know we gang bang, they ask us what we do it for

We just tell 'em we some pimps in red uniforms
Just met a (*##$ from Thailand, she like to bang @@#!
So I put her on the strip and told her bring clock

Fetti Gang the unit, BSM the movement
Red flags everywhere, this just how we do it


[Hook: Waka Flocka Flame] (x2)

We some turnt up ^!$$%s

Down to pull a trigger
All for one, one for all
My ^!$$%, you my ^!$$%

Kill, why we kill three
Back against the wall
Middle finger, screaming $#&@ this industry

We too $#&@ing street

[Verse 2: YG Hootie]


My whip, two doors
My phone, new !@^%s

BSM, we T-U
Running through the pack we need more
(*##$, pulled up at headquarters

Homie, that's your girlfriend
I $#&@ed up her life, turned that to a whirlwind
Got a lot of money, still gangbanging

Fall to the club, with my chain swanging
Keychain, pink stones, got that for them red bones
On Piru Street with the chopper

Knock a ^!$$% $$# out just like Flocka
That's that %#@! I learned, that enterprise
You ain't down to kill, don't get in the ride

T-T-U, too turnt up
T-T-G, leave you stuck
(Get your $$# laid out), ^!$$% who gon' pick you up?

Blood holiday, formerly a hundred deep
Young, rich ^!$$%, still thuggin', Eazy-E


[Hook] (x2)

[Verse 3: P Smurf]


John Belushi, brand new Rolls
(*##$ poking out like Kat Stack's nose

Chain so icey need a Mizay charm
Leather so soft, this feel like home
YG on and I feel like Russell

No English-speaking (*##$, understand my hustle
That F3 style, for fiend boys
That Maserati place, say fiend boys

Them Prada jeans cost five hanks
But you broke ^!$$%s can't speak my language
Couple more shows, I'm a buy a Vanquish

Y'all moving slow like a pack of penguins
We do a show like a lone alliance
Big BSM chain covered in diamonds

Hoppin' out of them burgundy and gold
Looking like I'm one of them 49ers
^!$$%s know what time it is

'Bout a half a million worth of diamonds (*##$
Y'all playing with loose change
I'm in your hood feeling like I'm at a shooting range
It's John Belushi, westside daddy
Came through his hood point the Mac .90 addie

We the BT boys hop up in the Magnum
Come back to the hood, get this %#@! cracking

[Hook] (x2)