[Intro]

[Hook-x2]

We gon show you mothafuckas what it do

Mix the [?] with the Grey Goose

Watch them mothafuckin niggas act a fool

[?] this is how we do

[Verse 1: Jay Rock]

It's goin' down tonight, be cool

You don't wanna pay that price

Grab a girl get a drink and it's all good

Blue rags red flags, yeah it's all hood

Bitches on my hip, you're [?] when I say get 'em girl

Shit that I be drinkin' just make you just wanna shit it [?]

Shit that I be smokin' it's potent make your head spin and swirl

Cold game, yeah that pussy drippin' like a [?]

Me and Bo up in this bitch, best of both worlds

[?], disrespect and we throw slugs

Roll tough, rollin' on dubs, yeah we blow bud

Still bloods, no disrespect, yeah we still love

I need a model type chick

Need a project bitch

Who cook, clean and ride big dick

She got [?] in the face, ass in the back

And she got more curves than a racing car track

[?] at the bar sippin' on [?]

We good with the heat, we like [?]

Watts up, yeah the west is back

Jay Rock, the beast, Sounwave the track

[Hook]

[Verse 2: Bo]

Catch me in the club with my air force ones

White tee, black jeans blowin' on chron

I need a bad bitch to poke on

Up in VIP head game gotta be [?]

Me and Jay what we sippin' on

If your man wanna trip, yeah I'm not the one

Baby girl, don't get me wrong

Cause after the club I might take you home

Yeah, and make that bed rock

Watch how this young nigga man hit that twot

I'm guaranteed, to hit that spot

Nope, Bo don't eat that twot

I ain't tryin' to be your man all right

Just tryin' to have relations, so I hope that thing get tight

Yeah the night is still young and I ain't gettin' no older

So hit your boy up after the club is over

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Punch]

Yeah, we done did it again

Me and Rock 'bout to get those in, so where you at Bo

Hot lines the nicest, got the flow locked down

Like I put it in vice grips

You don't know another spitter that's like this

Call me hot lines, cause I got hot lines, like a psychic

The flow spittin, more better than most

Make it clap for cheddar, like first kings of the coast

If you got it then drop it

Let's see how quick you can break these pockets

The walk is sick, the talk is slick

Don't look her in the eye, she'll talk you out of your chips

Glossy lips, manicured French tip

She addicted to Punch, cause the flow make sense

It make sense, yeah I get that later

Bounce with me one time if you gettin' that paper

[Outro]

It's goin' down tonight, be cool

You don't wanna pay that price

Grab a girl get a drink and it's all good

Blue rags red flags, yeah it's all hood