Hey, Mac-Man, *, nigga, you done had a nigga in this motherfuckin' booth ever since I touched down on the hand, nigga
*, I thought we didn't go touch this motherfuckin' club, nigga
You don't get off in this motherfuckin'
Get crunkers
Goddamn physically possible in this bitch
You know what I'm sayin'? Arch your elbows and pour them up on me
I said, y'all in the club, we drunk as *
All of my dawg in the club, and they throwin' it up
We poppin' bottles of mold, blowin' they so cruel
We all feelin' that thang, you know
We all feelin' that thang
We all feelin' that thang
We all feelin' that thang
We all feelin' that thang
I said, we all ready tipsy, dot in the dough
And yeah, I'm feelin' like a gypsy round these clouds of smoke
And I'm surrounded by these slim waistlines and belly rings
I'm about to show y'all what spreadin' the jelly really means, hey
Cause I see the future, I'm goin' home with somethin' tonight
That's suitable, and it feelin' both mutual
She thinkin' what I want, she thinkin' what I want

I'm thinkin', been drinkin' what I've been drinkin'
I'm knowin' she goin', she oughta thinkin' bout home
Cause she heard the engine run, but we was ignorein'
I guess that turned on a little bit more
She started annoyin' us, ay, but we gon' stick to the process
We off in the club, blowin' bud, lookin' for prospects
Man, but which is the top pick?
Girls gone wild, and they all seem to be topless
Cross the bottle, we poppin', the beat droppin'
Can't knock, you gotta party the hot *
I said, we off in the club, we drunk as *
All of my dawg in the club, and they throwin' it up
We poppin' bottles of mold, and blowin' aces of crow
We off in the thing, you know
We off in the thing
We off in the thing
Me and my dawgs all in the thing
We off in the thing, you know
I couldn't put you in a plot, one boy, you're hot
That's the reason that you flop, cause we takin' your slot
Got some mission with this pepper, that's a dresser from the gate
Cause I'm here to guide you away, come to fatten up my plate
The foolish ass talkin' niggas, I'll shoot you
You run up on me, I'll shoot you up

I'm a geek, hit your ass with the heat
Little nigga 430, back up on the curb
Tottin' up my trap, tryna catch another bird
Lookin' spotty in the club, *, searchin' for cut
Nigga, I don't give a * if they tens of mud dust
A country-ass nigga with some country-ass talk
A country motherfucker with a country-ass yonk
Bullshit, I had it caught, outlying in the chomp
When it's nine minutes, sponk, do the dead man walk
When it's nine minutes, sponk, do the dead man walk
I said, we off in the club, we drunk as *
All of my dawgs gettin' bugged, and they throwin' the guck
We poppin' bottles of mold, blowin' Ace of Troll
We off in the thang, you know
We off in the thang
We off in the thang
Me and my dawgs all in the thang
All in the thang
We off in the thang, you know
We off in this thang
Rollin' up dro
Pockets full of dough
Mackin' to the hoes
Pussy slide on the pole
Bouncin' on the floor
Pussy on pussy, now pussy on the low
And we ain't goin'
Nowhere till the club close
And we ain't leavin' without four of these hoes
Straight to the mold
It's where we gon' go
I ain't gotta tell ya, y'all already know
Now we off in the club, gettin' blow, gettin' right
The ladies lippin' at us, we all go good tonight
I got my head up like a zone
So fly, so fresh
Lookin' good, smellin' good
Oh yes, I can't help it that we drunk as hell
Ain't nobody gon' stop us from gettin' this mail
So don't trip, lookin' crazy with your mean mug
Foul lake, it's good
Drunk, drunk, Dr. Slug
We out in the club, we drunk as *
All of my dawgs gettin' booked
And they throwin' it up
We poppin' bottles of mold
And blowin' aces of crow
We off in the thang, you know
We off in the thang
We off in the thang
We off in the thang
We off in the thang
Me and my dawgs all in the thang
All in the thang
We off in the thang, you know
All in the thang, you know
I want the gang as friends
We all I don't want those bers, no
I don't want the girls like them
I'm a ballerina
I don't know what's even goin' on

Yeah, I know the game, I know the doubt
It ain't much, still isn't enough
We passin' na space
I won't knock it out
It ain't no fault of mine
They legal, but they can't ambientate my organization
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