Turn me up yo uh yo I step up in the club like, who the fuck's that? Yeah bitch it's another king, ninja's back Pants sagging down you can see my butt crack Sagging so low you can see my nut sack Yeah motherfucker my flows are ill, my balls fat and

Lil' Bo Peep with a brand new bitch In the back of the club with the GothBoiClique With the limousine tints, you can suck my dick Friends switch up when you in a Benz truck (skrrt) Always wanna fuck, tell a bitch, "Good luck" Iced out teeth on a iced out

I’m touchin’ you tonight, I’m lovin’ you tonight (Wait nope) Touchin’, lovin’, fuckin’, can’t make up my mind Oh, I’m sorry, oh, you mad that I came to the party? Like, no no no You took your girl to the club and now she gone, gone, gone Now she asking

Fuck the club up, fuck the club up (bitch) Fuck the club up, fuck the club up Fuck the club up, fuck the club up (yeah) The party never ends Spent ten hours on this flight, man Told the pilot ain't no flight plans Can't believe whatever I'm saying And

Drugs in the trunk man, call me the front man Too much Cris' in the club not to get drunk Too many bitches in the world not to fuck Too much chronic in the studio not to roll it up And too much bass in the trunk, so let it bump You look like you mad as

Without you baby All facts, all facts Don't fuck with you at all anymore 'Cause we ain't in love anymore Anymore, anymore, anymore, anymore, anymore So I'ma hit the club all trap, all trap Pull up in the luxe all black, all black Crush up this bud, like

You don't know What you do to me lately Got you rolling papers, got you rolling papers I got so much love for ya Want you to know How much that I fuck with you, oh Wanna roll one up for ya Want you to come to the back of the club It's a gang thing, it's

You know you dead wrong Up in the club, but you left your man home You couldn't even wait till we got to the bedroom I know it ain't good, but these hoes gon' do what they want, want Fuck em all the time but you know I never wife em, uh Real nigga know

Dangerous MC's Bitch grab your tits c'mon Let me know you in the spot Bump your fists, c'mon Thugs tote yo' shit We 'bout to get mo' rich, c'mon Let's close the club, c'mon Fuck the place up, c'mon Shake yo' nasty ass

It look like I been cookin', it look like I been cookin' Bad bitches, fuckin' everyone of 'em Ten chains, rockin' everyone of 'em I'm in the club, bitches beggin' me to shoot 'em up With the seventeens, sixteens, there ain't a new one up Summer's gone