[Verse 1 (Huey Mack)]
Aw, I came to raise hell
Hope I got good enough homies to post bail
'Cause I don't really think I'd do that well in jail
Tequila got me movin' slower than two snails, or post mail
Who you know that got it like this?
Only chubby kid you know to end up taking your bitch
Wanna leave? I'll hit the Uber, we can bounce real quick
I'll get you off like Johnny Cochran and I mean that shit (Whoo-ooh!)
Young, chubby, money hungry, sex symbol
Every time I'm in your city, shit liver than Jimmy Kimmel, you know
Wanna party? Then I know where to start (Vroom, vroom)
I got the loud, I burn it down like it was Joan of Arc (Smoke, smoke)
I make a song, kill it every time, dog (Time, dog)
They hate me cause I speak my fuckin' mind, dog
I don't care, I'm poolside just fine, dog
With two women cleaning up the wood, like Pinesol

[Pre-Chorus (James Davidson and Huey Mack)]
Tequila got me feelin' crazy (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Forgive me for the things I say (Uh huh, uh huh)
When I get drunk, I love to talk my shit (Gotta talk my shit)
No, I don't really feel that way

[Chorus (James Davidson and Huey Mack)]
Or maybe I do
Ooh, ooh, ooh, whoo
Ooh, ooh (Yeah)
Ah, ooh, ooh, uh
Ah, ah
Or maybe I do
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ay!
Ooh, ooh (Yeah)
Ah, ooh, ooh, uh
Ah, ah
Or maybe I do
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