Letras
Wake up feeling blessed up, pistol on the dresser
Ain't afraid to show it, I'll expose it if I dress up
Riding in that Testarossa, nigga catch up
Sipping on that syrup 'til I'm messed up like yes sir
So now I'm getting change, people looking at me strange
Like nigga switching lanes, never change, still the same
We fuck bitches, get paper, you fuck niggas on papers
We walk around with lasers, you probably own some tasers
Lame niggas disgrace us, their girlfriends won't date us
Got different hoes, I'm pimping hoes, you can tell by my paystubs
My niggas getting right, smoking weed with dirty Sprite
I'm going wild for the night, fuck being polite
I'm going
Finna wild out for the weekend
Me, myself and all my three friends
Nigga feeling froggy then leap then
A$AP niggas finna sneak in
Middle finger to the critics, me and my nigga Skrillex
You know we finna kill it, we the trillest
You don't really want that Glock boy
You don't really wanna feel them shots boy
You a D boy, I'm a block boy, I'm a D boy, I'm a hot boy
Six shots got me feeling like Pac boy
Party on that shit, don't stop boy
Drunk as fuck and I'm ready to fight
Wilding for the night, fuck being polite
I'm going wild for the night, fuck being polite
I'm going
I'm going wild for the night, fuck being polite
I'm going
I'm going wild for the night, fuck being polite
I'm going
I'm going wild for the night, fuck being polite
I'm going
It's the weekend and I'm creeping with my niggas
Drunk and disrespectful, calling women bitches
I don't mean no harm but won't you and your friendses
Meet us in the cut and we can do the business
Got my witness that I only wanna kick it
And your girl just sipping with us so we rolling in them Benzes
Won't you blow it up and stop the babysitting
She got drunk as fuck and swallowed all my kids
Back to the back, tats on the back