Lyrics Removed - Glasses Malone , TyCaliph

Drop some bands so we can have club right inside the club
Make our own rules, my nigga fire up Ayee
We got more bottles than a bar
Our own private car, could have a sucka nigga removed
So if she drinking all the liquor, removed
If he a groupie ass nigga, removed
We got more bottles than a bar
Our own private car, could have a muthafucka removed

Ain′t no dollar nigga
I won't fuck unless she swallow nigga
Laugh out loud that ain′t no joke tho
Boy I'm so 5 loco Ayee
You see I'm different than these other ones
To my whip to get my other gun
Coming back I′m shooting everybody
Then we out to the next party
Prolly on me never off me ain′t no lacking
Boy I tell that truth cus you just be rapping
Plus you always slipping then low-key gon stay mad
You gon' turn it down then I′m like what happening Ayee

Drop some bands so we can have club right inside the club
Make our own rules, my nigga fire up Ayee
We got more bottles than a bar
Our own private car, could have a sucka nigga removed
So if she drinking all the liquor, removed
If he a groupie ass nigga, removed
We got more bottles than a bar
Our own private car, could have a muthafucka removed

Rollin up woods in my section
Bitches getting naked
Bro got a loaded weapon learn your lesson
Or we'll come back for seconds
Make her cum in seconds I′m a reverend
Bitch it's time for collection this is pressure
Moon walker space talking
And cup took my body from me nah you lost me
Got my windows tinted hollow man sliding down
Pull up clean shawty gleam her body bad
Hop in queen hit this therapy unlock your mind
Hit it from behind cobra up her spine
Dropped a fo′ of blood inside a cream soda
Mixed some wit the yoda and my odor is OG
I'm cordial Indian chiefs and tribal Kings
I pledge to bring us peace so I brought my piece with me
In the club tipsy it's a nightly pow wow she a freak
Leaving with me right now pussy got me drowned
I′m smoking by the pound that′s designer loud
I keep plugs around call me static shock
Damn I flip a lot Olympic gold flex check around my neck
She approach wit respect leave her kitty wet right before she left
She asking whats next just follow the script lil baby damn
I smoke by the zip lil baby flip damn get a new pack
And that daily damn fuck these bouncers I'm smoking
Bitch I′m lighting up right now up in his face
Racks stuffed down in my pockets
I'm out′chea lil bitch and I could never quit
I'm only ascending to the highest level no need for this money shovel
But my mind in the heavens yet we walk on rubble
I stumble out the the VIP my crew with me
The after party lit till 3 come trap with me
On and off to make a scene looking for a copper skin queen
To do devilish shit in my wet dream
High as a bitch off a few things

Drop some bands so we can have club right inside the club
Make our own rules, my nigga fire up Ayee
We got more bottles than a bar
Our own private car, could have a sucka nigga removed
So if she drinking all the liquor, removed
If he a groupie ass nigga, removed
We got more bottles than a bar
Our own private car, could have a muthafucka removed