[Chorus: 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 coca, 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 in my fucking chain

Fredo, Tadoe, Soulja, all these bitches know our name

[Chorus: 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 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 off a pill, this shit is real

Rolling off the molly, while in the party

Pull 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 smoked yo top

Bitch I love to flex, we run through checks

Shoot you with this TEC, right in your neck

[Chorus: 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