Get into the groove Boy you've got to prove Get up on your feet, yeah Step to the beat Your love to me, yeah Boy what will it be You've got to Only when I'm dancing can I feel this free At night I lock the doors, where no one else can see

Miss you, sex on the couch, it was cool, it was basic Miss you, flyin' you out on an every week basis What's changin'? Maybe I'm fucked up, maybe it's love I wanna regret you, I can't give you up Baby, I'm fucked up, maybe it's love I wanna forget you,

(Nigga you fuckin' with a changed man) (You fuckin' with a changed man) I changed plans but I'm still the same old rider I slang a new dope to the world but the people still buy it All my real thug niggaz, go and get your hands up You go and drink the

Pipe it up, pipe it up, pipe it up, pipe it up I walk in the club just to pipe it up I stand on this stage and I pipe it up Get a regular ho tell her pipe it up Go buy a bando then I pipe it up But I'm piped up See that boy right there, he piped up See

In my Chevrolet My box Chevrolet Got that Glock laid in my lap In case you want to play Let's go get you all cleaned up And ride around all day I'm out the gate like a race horse, made in the A of course That's A for Alabama, I'll be damned if I say

Everybody knows Stepping out, everyone can see my face All the things I can't erase from my life Standing out so you won't forget my name That's the way we play this game of life Tell me now, if you came sneaking up behind Would you know me and see

You keep on asking me questions about who I'm texting and about who I'm sexing I can't take it no no You keep interrupting my flexin' Who you think you checking? Girl you could go get the steppin' 'Cause I can't take it no no Thinking about what I'm

Slim shit, look like Draya Michele I been goin' crazy, givin' 'em hell She ain't tryna go with me, I'ma pay her I crush a lot, baby girl, I'm a player Connect the dots then I plug up the scale If we get caught, they gon' give me the chair Fuck the law,

Shitted on 'em, Man I just shitted on 'em Put yo' number two's in the air if you did it on 'em Put your number two's in the air if you did it on 'em All these bitches is my sons And I'ma go and get some bibs for 'em A couple formulas, little pretty lids

Get lit (Get lit) When the liquor get up in me I'm a motherfuckin' beast (When the liquor get up in me) Tell these niggas clear the streets (When the liquor get up in me) I'll be all up in my zone (When the liquor get up in me) I ain't never going home