[Intro]

Ayy, ayy, ayy, come on, what up, Scott?

[Unique Verse]

I'ma call them bitches out and they gon' shake they ass for sure

We get off liquor and they turnin' up, them bitches want some more

This that type of shit that had'em hitting splits all on the floor

When you ain't turned, you can't get in, we takin' shots right at the door

And we got Don, Ducey, Kosta, they gon' come out

Cause it's lit and we ain't trippin''bout no prices

We bringin' all the liquor, throw that ass, he say it's fat

Know I'm finna throw it back and if she bad, oh, I'm trippin'

You know I'm catchin' ass, no, this that type of shit that make them hoes get on that

Throw that ass, throw that ass, we ain't worried bout no cash (at all)

Drunk and gettin' turnt, she done ot about her nigga

And we throwin' dollars too, we'll make her ass get littered

I might be little but my shit movin' just like I got a BBL

Whole lotta ass, whole lotta lick, ain't come with us, they weak as hell

Throwin' paper, the youngest trippin', they say we leave a money trail

When we pull up, we got it on us, don't ask for nothin', this ain't for sale

Now shake that ass, shake that ass, let me see how your shit move

You know it's me when I walk in, I got all bad shit in my crew

Say I'm the littest he ever had, go ahead, y last ain't nothin' new

I'm off the lick, I'm actin' bad, I might just come up with some shoes

I'ma call them bitches out and they gon' shake they ass for sure

We get off liquor and they turnin' up, them bitches want some more

This that type of shit that had'em hitting splits all on the floor

When you ain't turned, you can't get in, we takin' shots right at the door

And we got Don, Ducey, Costa, they gon' come out'cause it's lit

And we ain't trippin''bout no prices, we bringin' all the liquor

And we got 1942, we droppin' caskets in this bitch

Pop out with Sky and Lonnie B, we finna take'em on a trip, go

Go, go, go, go