Club song

[Intro: Tenkay]
I’ma pull up in a Urus, let’s go ride
Niggas ain’t makin’ no waves like a low tide
I ain’t flexing my strap on the gram cause’ I blow mine
Big ass 40 like a Tec on a oline
I’ma pull up in a Urus, let’s go ride
Niggas ain’t makin’ no waves like a low tide
I ain’t flexing my strap on the gram cause’ I blow mine
Big ass 40 like a Tec on a oline
(Whatever, other line hold on)

[Verse 1: Shynee]
Woah, woah, woah, woah
Yeah we all at the nightclub, locked in
I get all my guap from the God damn bins
Bringing pills to the prom 15’s and 10’s
Backend thrown I ain’t drinking no gin
Love what it’s for, on God I can’t love no whore
I don’t fuck with you bro close the door
In the backend, on the porch
Oh woah, he don’t get no guap i’m sure
I’m a raver ain’t you know?
All white fit in the comotombs
Vintage shirt I rock ancient clothes, oh woah
Back gettin’ throwed right off the dro, oh woah
I’ma do this shit by myself fuck a cosign
In the mood tryna die mixin’ pills with wine
I was shakin’ off the molly and I spilled a whole line
Yungshynee, I really stay like a demon with hoe eyes

[Verse 2: Tenkay]
Fuck a new man I stay on the road might
Shynee stay like a demon with hoe eyes
I’ma pull up on your bitch and you know why
I’ma pull up on your bitch and you- what?
I’ma pull up in a Urus, let’s go ride
Niggas ain’t makin’ no waves like a low tide
I ain’t flexing my strap on the gram cause’ I blow mine
Big ass 40 like a Tec on a oline
Niggas better get up off my dick I won’t cosign
Raised in the H but got fam on the bay side
I’m a pretty ass bitch boy you better make your bae hide
And these niggas ain’t near they just below the bassline

[Outro: Shynee]
(If you need me, or if you feel like i’m around and you can’t find me, just, shhh, you hear that? You’re tuned into the industry’s finest Dj, Dj Spellscasted, shhh)
At the nightclub, locked in
I get all my guap from the God damn bins
Bringing pills to the prom 15’s and 10’s
Backend thrown I ain’t drinking no gin
At the nightclub, locked in
I get all my guap from the God damn bins
Bringing pills to the prom 15’s and 10’s
Backend thrown I ain’t drinking no gin
Love what it’s for, on God I can’t love no whore
I don’t fuck with you bro close the door
In the backend, on the porch
Oh woah, he don’t get no guap i’m sure
I’m a raver ain’t you know?
All white fit in the comotombs
Vintage shirt I rock ancient clothes, oh woah
Back gettin’ throwed right off the dro, oh woah