[Hook]
Clap to this
Getting amped in the front and the back to this, oh where you at
Rock with me, clap to this
Getting amped in the front and the back to this, oh where it at
Rock with me, clap to this
Getting amped in the front and the back to this, oh where that at
Rock with me, clap to this
Getting amped in the front and the back
[Verse 1]
With all spirit, I set it off so you all hear it
If I'm ain't up there with the best of them, I must fall near it
What nigga, I can rock you without a [?]
5'9" spits *hah-too* hot shit
Take it back to the basement, house parties
Niggas pissy and wasted, hustling with straight faces
Ayo toots, nice rump, smoking skunk, got a tight blunt
With a hunch, I'm drinking spiked punch
DJ's cop and cover the labels
Forever mad at the same drunk nigga bumping the table
Choking in Molson Ice, who's most nice with flows tight
Who knows until we open the mic, right
Two cats blast off on each other
Like KRS and Shan back in the day before the last call
If a square there, I'ma inhale one
If your mans fall out drunk, then pick him up, pick him up
Put him in his car, drive him to his house, take him out
Put him on the porch, ring the bell and run *ding dong*
Go back and get that chick you was scoping and get her open
Blow smoke up or whip lies to get her hopes up
Tell her that she been on your mind ever since you woke up
If she digging the line, she trying to get her to post up
Don't play it slow, do your thing, try to get every girl in here
The most that they can say to you is no
Clap to this
Getting amped in the front and the back to this, oh where you at
Rock with me, clap to this
Getting amped in the front and the back to this, oh where it at
Rock with me, clap to this
Getting amped in the front and the back to this, oh where that at
Rock with me, clap to this
Getting amped in the front and the back
[Verse 1]
With all spirit, I set it off so you all hear it
If I'm ain't up there with the best of them, I must fall near it
What nigga, I can rock you without a [?]
5'9" spits *hah-too* hot shit
Take it back to the basement, house parties
Niggas pissy and wasted, hustling with straight faces
Ayo toots, nice rump, smoking skunk, got a tight blunt
With a hunch, I'm drinking spiked punch
DJ's cop and cover the labels
Forever mad at the same drunk nigga bumping the table
Choking in Molson Ice, who's most nice with flows tight
Who knows until we open the mic, right
Two cats blast off on each other
Like KRS and Shan back in the day before the last call
If a square there, I'ma inhale one
If your mans fall out drunk, then pick him up, pick him up
Put him in his car, drive him to his house, take him out
Put him on the porch, ring the bell and run *ding dong*
Go back and get that chick you was scoping and get her open
Blow smoke up or whip lies to get her hopes up
Tell her that she been on your mind ever since you woke up
If she digging the line, she trying to get her to post up
Don't play it slow, do your thing, try to get every girl in here
The most that they can say to you is no
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