Woke up one morning, hangover from last nightI was drunk as *** plus I was throwin' upAnd my eyes was like hella tightWaked up, popped my bedroomNiggas still reachin' for a sackI had to mail you some mail so I stepped out the doorAnd before I did I went and grabbed my strapI be whippin' some ***, nigga drippin' some ***Nigga trippin' some ***, nigga flippin' some tipYou got some day, oh give it hereI triple that *** but I'm only 50%See, bitch, I be like 7-11, like the liquor storeStopped the car, dropped it outNigga, what y'all hittin' for?Nigga, what's up?Yeah, I might, manKeep it tight, manIt be like Charles BarkleyI be hittin' 3-4, all the others ice gameMan, it's coolBut, um, some of these niggas be faultyGame be saltyWanna run up on me, I might have to toss itSee, y'all be trippin'But I don't be slippin'Pop a clip in when I blastAnd best believe I don't be missin'It's that, nigga, what's up?Play, uh, get buckedPlay, hey, just get buckedSo, what's up?Bitch, it be A, B, C, DAnd you know the last letter be meetMy straight G, I keep busters on the backKeep them flat like thatNigga, what's up?One times, I try to check itI'm at thatWoke up just mornin'Somethin' didn't feel rightLook to my side, cause I feel some thighsMust be the girl I met in the club last nightI had to look twiceMan, nigga, I was just like, what?I see some draws on the floorAnd I count on my dickThat's when I know last night I must've ***ed