All the Way Turnt Up

Aye, these niggas wanna play

Let's play then

Let's go

[Chorus: Roscoe Dash]

And shawty we all the way turnt up (yeah)

All the way turnt up (nice)

All the way turnt up (yeah)

All the way turnt up (nice)

All the way turnt up (okay)

All the way turnt up (nice)

All the way turnt up (let's go)

All the way turnt up

[Verse 1: Fabolous]

We ballin' over here

Tune into the game

Call me Rose Bryant

Call Patron James

We walk up in this jawn thick

Tell 'em play my song quick

And we gone make a fuckin' movie

(Like a porn flick)

We on a mission

We the James Bond clique

We gon' kill 'em till the bars close, Convict

Shawty I was born slick

Short temper, long dick

Hit you with this magic stick

(After that we gone trick)

Wala no leash on my colla'

And if that bitch is molla'

I'm single as a dolla'

Smoke west coast kush

In my boy Impala

Got me in the Carmelo

Fuckin' with that Lala

Niggas say they can't be seen

Ain't nobody lookin' though

Turn the heat up on that beef

Ain't nobody cookin' though

A section full of them bitches

That Yo Gotti Lookin' foe

Yeah that's them 5 stars

They get money drive cars

They got them bangin' bodies

Without the knife scar

They take them shots to the head

And survive y'all... NICE

This the flyest shit you may have heard

We all the way up in this Too Short's favorite word

[Chorus: Roscoe Dash]

And shawty we all the way turnt up (yeah)

All the way turnt up (nice)

All the way turnt up (yeah)

All the way turnt up (nice)

All the way turnt up (okay)

All the way turnt up (yeah)

All the way turnt up (nice)

All the way turnt up

Gangsta Grillz

[Verse 2: Trey Songz]

Hit the spot like a god knowin' hoes and greenery

Watch full of cuts blowin' spinach check the scenery

East side high tryna not to spill my lean on me

Oh shit dope dick bet your woman feign on me

Mic check test 1, 2 boo sing on me

You destined for fame don't you be ashamed

Tune into the game if that's Patron James

Then call me Dwayne Spade

Ain't nobody in my lane

Purple Rain True Trees Reggie Kush

She don't do meat (nah)

Call her Veggie Bush (yea)

I'm a fall back though I don't ever push

1 head 4 chicks 8 legs Octopus (what)

Nigga you don't know all about that

I'm a Telemundo freakin for the weekend

Eatin' clams mussels lobster

Kitchen bed sofa

Stretchin' like Rosa Acosta partna

You know I'm the coldest

On my North Pole shit

While you on your rockin' South Pole when it's cold shit

Don't ask me for hooks you can't afford my focus

Ya turns up

Trigga turnt up

All the way turnt up

All the way turnt up

All the way turnt up

All the way turnt up (yeah)