This song is about beers on a Thursday night. Every lyric deals literally or metaphorically under the topic of beer, You know waasup.
........Yeah, ice cold baby, I'm chillin, bitch
[Verse 1: YUNG FUCK]
It's been a couple months, shit it's been a couple years
Grinding out, chillin here sippin on some beer
Shawty what you doing? You hit my telephone all the time
But if you can't tell bitch I ain't never got the time
I'm just chillin with my slime, making my money and smoking my weed
Bitches they just wanna pull up but they just wanna pull up just for the trees
I pull up on motherfucker and then he gonna run
Pop the trunk then Chris come out yeah motherfuckers just know what we bout
Take em out like a sniper scout
You my shawty scout
Just like a girl scout I will scout you out
I'll help you out and shit
You know I got you bitch
I'm on some lazy shit but I make promises. Yeahhh
Motherfucker I got yo back but if you wanna talk the chat then you gone get smack
With the Glock that's that click-clat
Lil bitches got big bag
I'm smokin big bags of hella dope with the pope
[Verse 2: MEJO}
Bitch it's MEJOJOE and I'm sippin corona
I gotta ho and suck my peepee whole, until I nut
But then I fuck her butt, she scream a what
She scream she don't like it I don't give a fuck
I'm boutta open another beer (opens beer)
Bitch I'm gettin so drunk I'm queer
(Gulp, gulp, gulp, gulp, clank, clank, clank)
Hell yeah I drink motherfuckin beer
Gotta a bag of weed and it's chillin in my bag
Gotta a bag on my waist and it's a fanny fuckin pack
Ima fuck yo bitch and then Ima send her back, to Africa
Cuz she a slave a hoe
And after I beat that bitch down to the ground, she wonder what's goin on
Don't remeber a thing because I beat her brain
Yeah and if she ain't giving brain, bitch gon die cause I'm gonna kill her and murder her
Kill her inside in her dead body with my dick
I like dead woman, necrophiliac
Lil bitch I like me my 14 year olds
Get me a charge, R. Kelly oh, OH!
I gotta beer, I'll like to say cheers
Fuck a nigga, fuck you too
Ho