paroles de chanson I Still Hate the Club - Flxtch!

Pulling on the spot in a Hybrid
No opp could notice 'cause my engine on silent
Smoking on the gas 'cause I'm saving up on mileage
2 miles an hour so they see me when I'm driving
Bodyguard tripping trying to charge an extra dub
Who the fuck let these corny ass niggas in this club
All these trust fund lames playing 'round like they gang
Just an easy ass lick if they came across a snub
Trying to show off they chick as if I really give a fuck
She the type to suck dick if I sold her extra nugs
Like "Who you be? Come with me, I can show you VIP"
None of these hoes loyal if they think someone the plug
(Man that shit ain't hard) simp niggas trying to dirty mack now
Until I pull a .MAC out, so little homie back down
'Cause you can get finessed for like 30 a gram
And if you feel I shorted you, well I ain't giving no damn
Know mugs in real time that could live off of scams
Look for parking on wrong block and they on yo ass
Get ya cash took before you try to pay for them drinks
And throw a house show with it, you still pay the entries

Yeah I still hate the club, unless I'm rolling with my chick friends I call that shit a dub
'Cause I'm trying to catch a vibe, and you trying to catch a body
You goin' try the wrong one when they catch you with a shotty