[Intro: King Harris]

Thirsty, thirsty, thirsty, thirsty, thirsty, thirsty, thirsty, thirsty

Why you acting all thirsty? Thirsty?

Thirsty, thirsty, thirsty, thirsty, thirsty, thirsty

They out here thirsty bra, look

[Verse 1: King Harris]

Ugh, pull up to club like skrrt, I'm in the chevy wha they do nigga

I was scoping lil' mama in the skirt, but she a ratchet no shoes nigga

Man, I hate it when they do that shit

Then tryna hop out in a nigga bed, but I'll be damned if I'ma do that bitch

It's real life

[Chorus: King Harris & E-40]

I hate it when a ratchet tryna sit on my lap, lap

Man, that bitch too thirsty

Ya ex-nigga tryna come around tryna get that

Man, that nigga too thirsty

I heard he fuck with rock, kate, gotti and all them (All them)

Haha, why you acting so thirsty?

Caught up at the bar everything is on ten (On ten)

But you ain't gotta be thirsty

[Verse 2: E-40]

I ain't ask fo' ya phone number (Phone number) and I ain't ask who ya name is (Name is)

See I ain't ask what ya drinkin' (Drinkin'), don't I've a fuck who ya came with

I got my fame and my bank up, takin' on the phone walkin' through the crowd

Know I'm smellin' like strong, bitches in my line and I can see it in they faces

The wanna shake the clown ass niggas they came with

My shirt is from Italy your man he ain't got shit on me

All my little niggas hittas and I ain't talking the little leagues

Roulette my pedigree about my fatty, I heavy

His bitch is willin and ready she wanna give me the panties

It's my way or the highway if you don't like it get sideways

These thirsty hoes do what I say like gimme head in the driveway

Mondays to Saturdays, don't sell dope on Sundays

Similar to Chick-fil-As gotta an AK, so, don't play

[Chorus: King Harris & E-40]

I hate it when a ratchet tryna sit on my lap, lap

Man, that bitch too thirsty

Ya ex-nigga tryna come around tryna get that

Man, that nigga too thirsty

I heard he fuck with rock, kate, gotti and all them (All them)

Haha, why you acting so thirsty?

Caught up at the bar everything is on ten (On ten)

But you ain't gotta be thirsty

[Verse 3: E-40]

Said I ain't ask fo' ya phone number, said I ain't ask what ya name is

Nah, said I ain't ask what ya drinkin' and ain't ask who ya came with

Saw ma nigga at the turn up errbody wasted

Bottles on me and I ain't thinking bout pacin'

Take it to the head every time I'm on stages

Bottle of ciroc shawty I prefer the flavour

Red berry, coconut or we can do the peach

Shawty in my face saying can I get a drink, can I get a kiss

Can I get a hug, can I get a picture with you grabbing on my ow

Fuck it, I'ma touch it let me do it for the flick

His shawty turn around and got to reachin' for my dick

I said hold up the thirst been real

Funny thing 'bout she probably got killed

[Chorus: King Harris & E-40]

I hate it when a ratchet tryna sit on my lap, lap

Man, that bitch too thirsty

Ya ex-nigga tryna come around tryna get that

Man, that nigga too thirsty

I heard he fuck with rock, kate, gotti and all them (All them)

Haha, why you acting so thirsty?

Caught up at the bar everything is on ten (On ten)

But you ain't gotta be thirsty

[Outro: King Harris]

Thirsty, thirsty, thirsty, thirsty, thirsty, thirsty, thirsty, thirsty

Why you acting all thirsty? Thirsty?

Thirsty, thirsty, thirsty, thirsty, thirsty, thirsty, thirsty, thirsty