Verse 1:
Now of course I'm drinkin’
so guess what I'm thinkin’ I'm here to wild out
like I do every weekend
I'm saggin’ real low
I mean to the floor
they won't let me in
I'm beefin ‘at the door
they said I smell like weed
and plus I'm drunk as hell
man you done cut everybody
nigga who the hell cares
man let me in
I'm ‘bouta snuff this prick
but that's the dress code...man Fuck That Shit!
Fuck That Shit! (repeat 4x)
Chant:
Put your middle finger up!
Pre chorus:
I hate boogie bitches
wit designer bags
boys in skinny jeans
and Gucci rags
I hate stuffy clubs
and stuck-up chicks
stinky attitudes
man Fuck That Shit!
Verse 2:
Ok I'm finally in
so guess what I did
I wild the fuck out
wit all my rowdy friends
we popping bottles
we tugging too
watch out I'm comingthru
and I'm muggin’ too
the groupies watchin’
watch how I creep on her
she actin stuck-up
I had to pour my drink on her
she said I hit her
I ain’t touch that bitch
here they come again...man Fuck That Shit!