[Chorus: August Alsina]
Pour some liquor in my cup, shake and stir it up
Pass it up, keep it coming 'til I'm stuffed
And I'm gone, I'm gone, I'm gone, I'm gone
And I'm gone, I'm gone, I'm gone, I'm gone
[Verse 1: Trae tha Truth]
The club get shut down when I park outside, all eyes on me when I walk inside
Women going everywhere like its undecided, behind these clothes like I'm trying to hide my face
Hey niggas get up out my space, talk Obama, we gon' count the case
Matter of fact where's that bitch with that ass and no waist? I'm tryna use her face
She says she like to be laid back, go hard on film and let her play back
Exotic actress, hood down, she got a shape that a nigga see from way back, way back
She built like Mya, hot get into it it got more fire
I tell her go and blow like wire, rain on her tits right, I might as well go dry her
[Verse 2: August Alsina]
Peach Ciroc & OJ, Chardonnay when I'm thirsty
Shawty say she don't take shots, margarita then ole
Dollar bills and they're stacked up, all my homies be racked up
DJ in the zone so this song about to get back up
Play it again if you fuck with it, NO be my city
Shout out to my Tex niggas who 'trón banging and Syrup
Slipping
ATL I'm here now, looking for that good kush
I saw you when you break down, had me stupid like George Bush
Pour some liquor in my cup, shake and stir it up
Pass it up, keep it coming 'til I'm stuffed
And I'm gone, I'm gone, I'm gone, I'm gone
And I'm gone, I'm gone, I'm gone, I'm gone
[Verse 1: Trae tha Truth]
The club get shut down when I park outside, all eyes on me when I walk inside
Women going everywhere like its undecided, behind these clothes like I'm trying to hide my face
Hey niggas get up out my space, talk Obama, we gon' count the case
Matter of fact where's that bitch with that ass and no waist? I'm tryna use her face
She says she like to be laid back, go hard on film and let her play back
Exotic actress, hood down, she got a shape that a nigga see from way back, way back
She built like Mya, hot get into it it got more fire
I tell her go and blow like wire, rain on her tits right, I might as well go dry her
[Verse 2: August Alsina]
Peach Ciroc & OJ, Chardonnay when I'm thirsty
Shawty say she don't take shots, margarita then ole
Dollar bills and they're stacked up, all my homies be racked up
DJ in the zone so this song about to get back up
Play it again if you fuck with it, NO be my city
Shout out to my Tex niggas who 'trón banging and Syrup
Slipping
ATL I'm here now, looking for that good kush
I saw you when you break down, had me stupid like George Bush
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