Lyrics H.M.U. - Chuck Inglish

(Uh, yeah)
Good morning, let's tell a great story
Stick to the script, Paper bags on a forty
Twist the cap off, We in the backyard, foolin'
Shorty, can you break this down for me?
Marinate somethin' to grill
Then we break bread, cause it goes with the meal
Have a few beers, raise your glass then cheers
Now I gotta piss, but I ain't breakin' the seal
Grab the deck of cards, we can sit right here
Nigga, look like the dog shit right there
The vibe so right, the girls can't stand still
Every little thing I do is so for real
Just relax, reminisce on how we got here
No guilt, no what-ifs just kick it and chill
Let em in, you know who it is
Girlfriends' girlfriends, and them fly ass twins

And we bouncin'
Hit me up though, Hit me up though
We had a good time, we gotta hit the road
But hit me up though, hit me up though
For sure, alright, alright

You good? You need something?
Make yourself at home, we got the tree comin'
My homie grow his own, OG Sum
I think he called it Le-Chron James
Cali got the craziest names
If it ain't from round here
Then you ain't smokin' the same
All-Wheel Drive when I steer, kinda slow
I ain't had a ticket in years
But when you get here, we gon' pull up a chair
When the record start playin', we be busy in there
Peepin', it's like the best kept secret
Shake away my mans and my hat say treated
Aw yeah, my flight leave next weekend
From what I readin', they got the best seafood
That's just what we do
I'm gettin' love out here
And they said "me too"
And it don't stop, word, mic check one-two

And we bouncin'
Hit me up though, Hit me up though
We had a good time, we gotta hit the road
But hit me up though, hit me up though
For sure, alright, alright