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, niggaYou don't get off in this motherfuckin'Get crunkersGoddamn physically possible in this bitchYou know what I'm sayin'? Arch your elbows and pour them up on meI said, y'all in the club, we drunk as *All of my dawg in the club, and they throwin' it upWe poppin' bottles of mold, blowin' they so cruelWe all feelin' that thang, you knowWe all feelin' that thangWe all feelin' that thangWe all feelin' that thangWe all feelin' that thangI said, we all ready tipsy, dot in the doughAnd yeah, I'm feelin' like a gypsy round these clouds of smokeAnd I'm surrounded by these slim waistlines and belly ringsI'm about to show y'all what spreadin' the jelly really means, heyCause I see the future, I'm goin' home with somethin' tonightThat's suitable, and it feelin' both mutualShe thinkin' what I want, she thinkin' what I wantI'm thinkin', been drinkin' what I've been drinkin'I'm knowin' she goin', she oughta thinkin' bout homeCause she heard the engine run, but we was ignorein'I guess that turned on a little bit moreShe started annoyin' us, ay, but we gon' stick to the processWe off in the club, blowin' bud, lookin' for prospectsMan, but which is the top pick?Girls gone wild, and they all seem to be toplessCross 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 upWe poppin' bottles of mold, and blowin' aces of crowWe off in the thing, you knowWe off in the thingWe off in the thingMe and my dawgs all in the thingWe off in the thing, you knowI couldn't put you in a plot, one boy, you're hotThat's the reason that you flop, cause we takin' your slotGot some mission with this pepper, that's a dresser from the gateCause I'm here to guide you away, come to fatten up my plateThe foolish ass talkin' niggas, I'll shoot youYou run up on me, I'll shoot you upI'm a geek, hit your ass with the heatLittle nigga 430, back up on the curbTottin' up my trap, tryna catch another birdLookin' spotty in the club, *, searchin' for cutNigga, I don't give a * if they tens of mud dustA country-ass nigga with some country-ass talkA country motherfucker with a country-ass yonkBullshit, I had it caught, outlying in the chompWhen it's nine minutes, sponk, do the dead man walkWhen it's nine minutes, sponk, do the dead man walkI said, we off in the club, we drunk as *All of my dawgs gettin' bugged, and they throwin' the guckWe poppin' bottles of mold, blowin' Ace of TrollWe off in the thang, you knowWe off in the thangWe off in the thangMe and my dawgs all in the thangAll in the thangWe off in the thang, you knowWe off in this thangRollin' up droPockets full of doughMackin' to the hoesPussy slide on the poleBouncin' on the floorPussy on pussy, now pussy on the lowAnd we ain't goin'Nowhere till the club closeAnd we ain't leavin' without four of these hoesStraight to the moldIt's where we gon' goI ain't gotta tell ya, y'all already knowNow we off in the club, gettin' blow, gettin' rightThe ladies lippin' at us, we all go good tonightI got my head up like a zoneSo fly, so freshLookin' good, smellin' goodOh yes, I can't help it that we drunk as hellAin't nobody gon' stop us from gettin' this mailSo don't trip, lookin' crazy with your mean mugFoul lake, it's goodDrunk, drunk, Dr. SlugWe out in the club, we drunk as *All of my dawgs gettin' bookedAnd they throwin' it upWe poppin' bottles of moldAnd blowin' aces of crowWe off in the thang, you knowWe off in the thangWe off in the thangWe off in the thangWe off in the thangMe and my dawgs all in the thangAll in the thangWe off in the thang, you knowAll in the thang, you knowI want the gang as friendsWe all I don't want those bers, noI don't want the girls like themI'm a ballerinaI don't know what's even goin' onYeah, I know the game, I know the doubtIt ain't much, still isn't enoughWe passin' na spaceI won't knock it outIt ain't no fault of mineThey legal, but they can't ambientate my organizationOutro Music