Turn It Up
Al Fatz And Lil Wayne Lyrics
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Y'all ain't see this coming
Nah they ain't see that comin', G shit nigga
I had to do the remix
Nigga fuck how it turn out
Fuck how it turn out
Fuck how it turn out
Fuck how it turn out
Fuck how it turn out
Fuck how it turn out, wait hol' up
Nigga fuck how it turn out
Fuck how it turn out
Fuck how it turn out
Nigga fuck how it turn out
Fuck how it turn out
Fuck how it turn out
Fuck how it turn out, wait hol' up
Fuck it this a golden
The path already chosen
The Mac already loaded
The backwood looking bloated
And my killers look devoted
My children look supported
My cars look imported
My dogs looking forward
And the stars looking lower
The guard looking over
The lawn looking mowered
It's hard to look sober
But they looking over shoulders
They looking and they notice
Whatever's in these sodas got me looking like a tortoise
Screaming fuck how it turn out
It's all about the totals
It's all about my brodies
Don't you know we some immortals
I pull up in that Lotus
Smoking rigor mortis
Passenger is gorgeous
Not enough to lose my focus
I got hoes that drive me crazy but I still would fuck your chauffeur
I got guns under the sofas and I treat them just like trophies
I got powers like a morpheus
Turn your child into an orphan
Send a bomb into your office
Now you're swimming with the crawfish
That's New Orleans
Nigga fuck how it turn out
Fuck how it turn out
Fuck how it turn out
Nigga fuck how it turn out
Fuck how it turn out
Fuck how it turn out
Fuck how it turn out, wait hol' up
Nigga fuck how it turn out
Fuck how it turn out
Fuck how it turn out
Nigga fuck how it turn out
Fuck how it turn out
Fuck how it turn out
Fuck how it turn out, wait hol' up
Tell a lie to a nigga I'm too G for that
If I said it then I mean it, I can't take it back
If he coming, bitch a dummy, you won't make it back
A hundred shots in the drum nigga rat tat tat
I'm really about the gangster shit, y'all niggas not
Y'all some fucking house niggas I was on the block
Got my bag right nigga, now I'm on the yacht
Smash you on sight nigga, I'll lay the pop
Runnin' on you, 32 5 south robbers
Old side, new side, I fuck with all the robbers
Fuck how it turn, I fuck the world nigga without a condom
Had a shootout with the law, I just started firing
It's Hotboy nigga, yea Hotboy Turk
They got my name in their mouth like a fucking surp
Old pussy ass niggas need to wear a skirt
Fuck how it turn I bet you I bust 'em, put 'em on a shirt
Nigga fuck how it turn out
Fuck how it turn out
Fuck how it turn out
Nigga fuck how it turn out
Fuck how it turn out
Fuck how it turn out
Fuck how it turn out, wait hol' up
Nigga fuck how it turn out
Fuck how it turn out
Fuck how it turn out
Nigga fuck how it turn out
Fuck how it turn out
Fuck how it turn out
Fuck how it turn out, wait hol' up
I ain't even got to rhyme, it's more deep than rap
Say we beefing I ain't tweeting, I'm too G for that
I done drunk too much lean, might catch a sleep attack
I don't love these bitches I cannot get deep attached
I from the Nolia 1800 block, I'm from the bottom
I ain't got to drop a hit, I drop a nigga like an album
Ain't got to be a scene, but I still listen
I'm in the Thunderbird, slidin' with a desert eagle
I'm a lil' thug I was a baby with a desert eagle
Ain't no bloodshed catch you with my red Adidas
I ain't no bloodshed catch you with my red smores
I ain't no blood put a green beam on a nigga
Heartbreak kid nigga, Hotboy Kodak
Girl was fucking with me before all you niggas know that
Free lil' Turk he caught 30, 40 got a 30 yeah
Walked in the building with the tool, watch the hammer go back
Nigga fuck how it turn out
Fuck how it turn out
Fuck how it turn out
Nigga fuck how it turn out
Fuck how it turn out
Fuck how it turn out
Fuck how it turn out, wait hol' up
Nigga fuck how it turn out
Fuck how it turn out
Fuck how it turn out
Nigga fuck how it turn out
Fuck how it turn out
Fuck how it turn out
Fuck how it turn out, wait hol' up
Uh huh nigga
Uh huh hol' up
Uh huh nigga
Uh huh hol' up
Nigga fuck how it turn out
Free Beejes
Come on home nigga
G-mix, G-mix, G-mix, G-mix, G-mix nigga
G-mix, G-mix, G-mix, nigga
Where all my street niggas at
I know y'all fuckin' with this one right chill
Wait, leggo
Wait, leggo
Wait, leggo
Hol' up
That hotboy shit nigga
The song "Turn It Up" by Al Fatz and Lil Wayne is a remix of the original with a new verse from Lil Wayne. The song exhibits bragging and boasts lyrics, talking about the life of fame, fortune, and gang activity. Lil Wayne opens the verse, talking about the lavish lifestyle he holds with his Mac loaded, backwoods packed, and killers, ready to go. He emphasizes his power and control, referencing his cars, dogs, and stars. He also warns those who underestimate him that he has the ability to strike at any time.
Lil Wayne proceeds to reference his drug use, stating that it makes him look like a tortoise, but he doesn't care. He is focused on his success and his "brodies" and maintains loyalty above all else. He continues making violent threats, declaring that he has guns under sofas and comparing his pets to trophies. The verses end with Lil Wayne telling his haters to stay quiet since he is too "G" for their lies.
Line by Line Meaning
Yeah
Expressing agreement or affirmation
Y'all ain't see this coming
Others did not anticipate this
Nah they ain't see that comin', G shit nigga
No, they did not anticipate it, genuine street talk
I had to do the remix
I felt the need to create a new version
Nigga fuck how it turn out
Disregard the outcome
Fuck how it turn out
Disregard the outcome
Fuck how it turn out
Disregard the outcome
Nigga fuck how it turn out
Disregard the outcome
Fuck how it turn out
Disregard the outcome
Fuck how it turn out
Disregard the outcome
Fuck how it turn out, wait hol' up
Disregard the outcome, wait a moment
Nigga fuck how it turn out
Disregard the outcome
Fuck how it turn out
Disregard the outcome
Fuck how it turn out
Disregard the outcome
Nigga fuck how it turn out
Disregard the outcome
Fuck how it turn out
Disregard the outcome
Fuck how it turn out
Disregard the outcome
Fuck how it turn out, wait hol' up
Disregard the outcome, wait a moment
Fuck it this a golden
This is valuable
The path already chosen
The course of action has been decided
The Mac already loaded
The Mac (a gun) is already prepared
The backwood looking bloated
The backwood (rolled marijuana) appears full
And my killers look devoted
My associates who commit acts of violence are dedicated
My children look supported
My offspring are well taken care of
My cars look imported
My vehicles appear to be brought in from overseas
My dogs looking forward
My close friends are optimistic
And the stars looking lower
And the celebrities seem less important
The guard looking over
The person in charge is overseeing
The lawn looking mowered
The grass in the yard is neatly cut
It's hard to look sober
It's difficult to appear not intoxicated
But they looking over shoulders
But they are watching out for potential danger
They looking and they notice
They are observing and becoming aware
Whatever's in these sodas got me looking like a tortoise
The content in these beverages is affecting my physical appearance
Screaming fuck how it turn out
Expressing frustration and disregard for the outcome
It's all about the totals
The final result is what matters
It's all about my brodies
My close friends are the most important
Don't you know we some immortals
Don't you know that we are perceived as immortal
I pull up in that Lotus
I arrive in a Lotus vehicle
Smoking rigor mortis
Consuming marijuana that is potent
Passenger is gorgeous
The person riding with me is attractive
Not enough to lose my focus
Not significant enough to distract me
I got hoes that drive me crazy but I still would fuck your chauffeur
I have women who cause me frustration, but I would still engage in sexual activity with the driver you employ
I got guns under the sofas and I treat them just like trophies
I possess guns hidden under the couches and I value them like awards
I got powers like a morpheus
I possess capabilities similar to Morpheus (a fictional character with supernatural abilities)
Turn your child into an orphan
Cause your child to lose both parents
Send a bomb into your office
Deliver an explosive device to your workplace
Now you're swimming with the crawfish
Now you are in a dangerous situation
That's New Orleans
Referring to the city of New Orleans
Tell a lie to a nigga I'm too G for that
I am too much of a gangster to tell lies
If I said it then I mean it, I can't take it back
If I said something, I truly meant it and cannot change my words
If he coming, bitch a dummy, you won't make it back
If he approaches, you will not survive
A hundred shots in the drum nigga rat tat tat
Numerous bullets in the drum of the gun, making a rapid firing sound
I'm really about the gangster shit, y'all niggas not
I genuinely engage in criminal activities, unlike you
Y'all some fucking house niggas I was on the block
You are individuals who are subservient and obedient to the oppressors, while I was involved in illegal activities on the streets
Got my bag right nigga, now I'm on the yacht
I have acquired wealth and now enjoy a luxurious lifestyle
Smash you on sight nigga, I'll lay the pop
I will physically assault you upon encountering you, I will shoot
Runnin' on you, 32 5 south robbers
I will chase after you, a group of robbers in the south
Old side, new side, I fuck with all the robbers
I associate with robbers from both the old and new side
It's Hotboy nigga, yea Hotboy Turk
I represent the Hotboy movement, yes, I am Hotboy Turk
They got my name in their mouth like a fucking surp
People are talking about me in a negative way
Old pussy ass niggas need to wear a skirt
Weak and cowardly individuals should dress like women
Fuck how it turn I bet you I bust 'em, put 'em on a shirt
I don't care about the outcome, I am confident that I will harm them and commemorate their death on a shirt
I ain't even got to rhyme, it's more deep than rap
I do not need to create rhymes, the meaning goes beyond just music
Say we beefing I ain't tweeting, I'm too G for that
If people claim we have a conflict, I won't address it on social media, I am too much of a gangster for that
I done drunk too much lean, might catch a sleep attack
I have consumed excessive amounts of codeine-promethazine cough syrup and may experience drowsiness
I don't love these bitches I cannot get deep attached
I do not have genuine affection for these women, I avoid becoming emotionally connected
I from the Nolia 1800 block, I'm from the bottom
I am from the 1800 block in the Nolia neighborhood, representing the struggle and poverty
I ain't got to drop a hit, I drop a nigga like an album
I do not need to release a successful music track, I am capable of causing harm to someone like releasing an album
Ain't got to be a scene, but I still listen
There doesn't have to be a confrontation, but I am still attentive
I'm in the Thunderbird, slidin' with a desert eagle
I am driving a Thunderbird vehicle, armed with a Desert Eagle handgun
I'm a lil' thug I was a baby with a desert eagle
Even as a young child, I possessed a Desert Eagle gun and had a rebellious nature
Ain't no bloodshed catch you with my red Adidas
No violence occurred, but I will confront you wearing my red Adidas sneakers
I ain't no bloodshed catch you with my red smores
No violence occurred, but I will confront you while consuming my red S'mores
I ain't no blood put a green beam on a nigga
I don't have to be associated with a particular gang, but I will aim a green laser sight at someone
Heartbreak kid nigga, Hotboy Kodak
I am a heartbreak kid, a member of the Hotboy movement, like Kodak Black
Girl was fucking with me before all you niggas know that
The girl was involved with me before any of you were aware
Free lil' Turk he caught 30, 40 got a 30 yeah
Free Lil' Turk, he received a sentence of 30 or 40 years
Walked in the building with the tool, watch the hammer go back
Entered a building with a firearm, observing the preparation to shoot
Uh huh nigga
Affirmation or agreement
Uh huh hol' up
Affirmation or agreement, wait a moment
Uh huh nigga
Affirmation or agreement
Uh huh hol' up
Affirmation or agreement, wait a moment
Nigga fuck how it turn out
Disregard the outcome
Free Beejes
Free Beejes (a person)
Come on home nigga
Return home, my friend
G-mix, G-mix, G-mix, G-mix, G-mix nigga
This is a remix, multiple versions
G-mix, G-mix, G-mix, nigga
This is a remix, multiple versions
Where all my street niggas at
Addressing the individuals involved in street life
I know y'all fuckin' with this one right chill
I am aware that you all enjoy this song, so relax
Wait, leggo
Wait a moment, let's go
Wait, leggo
Wait a moment, let's go
Wait, leggo
Wait a moment, let's go
Hol' up
Wait a moment
That hotboy shit nigga
That streetlife mentality, my friend
Lyrics © Ultra Tunes, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Written by: Dieuson Octave, Dwayne Carter, Tab Virgil
Lyrics Licensed & Provided by LyricFind
@kailinpolk728
14 years later this shit still slappin
@Leanletterversir
2023 I remember this 07 spring I was 14
@GrisGrisOnUrDoorStep
He reminds me of chalie boy in the way he sings
@pandaswillkillyou
this is so fresh this is insane...
@nicoleroxxs121
This Track Is Madd Fresh Yo.
@yadig102888
(216) Uptown harvard 177th 14 years always will stay on DECK!! RIP Brandon Marshall AKA LIL B
@RamereW
AYYY BITCH IM 4RM CLEVELAND yo all da times i heard dis song i never knew dat was al fatz.
@2570783062190
hell yea diz song old as hell but diz shit still go hard
@macluca1
Sick hook
@54spiritedwill54
bronx 47th steer stand up!