[Hook: Fredo Santana] Turn up on a fuck nigga, we don't give no fuck We got thirties in the cut, we'll fuck you up Turn up on a fuck nigga, we don't give no fuck We got thirties in the cut, we'll fuck you up We'll fuck you up, we'll fuck you up We got thirties in the cut, we'll fuck you up We got thirties in the cut, we'll fuck you up We got thirties in the cut, we'll fuck you up
[Verse 1: Soulja Boy] Thirties in the cut, Fredo in the cut Pull up to the club, shooting shit up Pull up in that Porsche, knock the roof off Red beam on his nose, call him Rudolph Bitch it's big Soulja, yeah big Soulja I done took over, pull up in the white Rover Same color coke, whipping with the soda (cash) Lil Dre, and Fredo bitch we taking over S.O.D. bitch, G.B.E. bitch Fresh as fuck, riding through these streets bitch If a nigga talk, he better know I'm packing Ready for that action, kill that nigga off in traffic We'll fuck you up, this is not a game Hit a lick, pop another chain I had to stack twenty racks on my fucking chain Fredo, Tadoe, Soulja, all these bitches know our name
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[Verse 2: Tadoe] Pull up to the club with them thirties tucked Acting real tough, we'll shoot you up We don't give a fuck, we go nuts Been up in the field, no amateurs Acting all hard, we blam at ya' Got the thirty on me, no lacking bruh Catch you in the field, it's a drill Rolling of a pill, this shit is real Rolling off the molly, while in the party Rolled off in a 'Rari, shoot up the party Now your man's dead, well bitch I'm sorry Bitch I'm from Chiraq, we go the hardest You know how I rock, bitch don't get popped Rolling off the molly, I smoke on top Bitch I love to flex, we want them checks Shoot you with this TEC, right in your neck