Fuck Goin to Clubs Caskey

[Intro]
Harley boy, skrt on 'em

[Chorus]
Fuck goin' to clubs
Ride around with that grip on me (Grip on me)
Left a young thug, came back a rich homie (Rich homie)
You ain't gotta even question if it's on me (It's on me)
You ain't ever gotta question if it's on me (Risk)
Too much to (Risk)
Too much to (Risk)
Too much to (Risk)
Too much to (Risk)
Too much to (Risk)
Too much to, yeah, yeah

[Verse]
Too much to risk
In the city that I come from, nobody did it like this
The ones who ever came close got thrown away, cuffs on the wrist
And I ain't one to pass judgement 'cause I came from hittin' licks
But I'm tryin' to build my house in all gold plaques, not off of bricks
A couple shots put up missed, but I made enough to go and get rich
Nobodies from the city makin' top ten lists
And don't put me at the number one spot, y'all senseless
Type of shit make me wanna ride around the city and get venomous
The flows that I got endless, the drive that I got relentless
I'm Nas and Eminem descended, and Johnny Dang did the pendant
That's why I gotta show the kids where I'm from another way to make a million dollars all in cash
23andMe said I came from King Louis, so I had to Louis V the bag
Told 'em not to book me in the strip club 'cause I ain't gon' throw away the cash
Poppin' bottles in the section ain't the way I like to brag