Don't talk to me, nuh-uh (Nuh-uh) Don't stare at me, nuh-uh (Ooh) Yeah, I done glowed up (Chyeah) Then I fucked your bitch, uh-huh (Uh-huh) What's your name? Lil Pump (Brrt) Told that bitch shut up (Chyeah) I drink a lotta lean (Ooh), pop a lotta pills

Yeah yeah yeah Hey baby, it's good to see you again This party's rockin' let's get you jumpstarted And get you a drink I love that haggard t-shirt you got on The way you're singin along, shaking that thing Right about now all I wanna say is Look at you

Yeah, I'll tell you that I've been around Well I've been a lot of places Kissed a lot of faces, every city, every town I'll tell you that I've been around LA backstage, drinked a little Kool-Aid Smoked a cigarette with Slash I flew to Rome had coffee

I need that Drink some, smoke some Yeah, hell of a day to load a twenty two and take it to the woods and let it ring into the night And break a bottle with the bullet, yes I'm 'bout it motherfucker Not a single solitary thing is missing from my southern

I drink to that, yeah yeah Don't let the bastards get ya down Turn it around with another round There's a party at the bar Cheers to the freakin' weekend Yeah yeah yeah Oh let the Jameson sink in Everybody putcha glasses up and I drink to that (yeah yeah

Girl don't feel outta place 'Cause I, I'm in love with this feeling now And I, I, hope that this will last a while We should make it last a while You like to drink, so do we Get more bottles, bring 'em to me Hold your glasses up, people everywhere Now

Motorsport, yeah, put that thing in sport (skrrt, skrrt) Shawty bad (bad), pop her like a cork (pop it) You a dork, never been a sport (dork, yeah) Cotton candy (drink), my cup tastes like the fair (cotton) Straight up there (where?) we didn't take the

Hey, let me in Yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, all those stars drip down like butter Promises are sweet We hold out our pans, lift our hands to catch them We eat them up, drink them up, up, up, up I only wish that I could hear you whisper down Mister fisherman,

I know a lot of niggas in here prolly hate me right now But I'll drink to that, I'll drink to that That ain't gon' change a thing (nooo) Still gon' do my thing I'm still yeah yeah Still gon' go and get mine Still gon' keep on winnin Still gon' keep it

But ooh, you got that thang You walk in with a crooked smile Yeah your hair's a little out of style The way you drink, the way you trip The way you bite your bottom lip The way you slip, the way you slide The way you walk, the way you drive