Clubbin' & Chaos

[Intro]

Uh!

We ain’t the ones to fool wit’

Back on that party hard and bullshit

[Verse 1]

Yo!

Bottles at the VMA like Kanye (Kanye)

Blue and orange bomber at the Barclays

Saturdays, we bring the K out like Deontay

Fillet cut on the china, sticky chron’ plate (Uh)

PLK, I push the bar up til’ the bar breaks (Uh)

Set my throne in competition, sippin’ stomped grapes (Yeah)

My niggas gang related Banko good with all colors

All they know is shoot, pass and steal like the Ball brothers (Yeah!)

Traditional shoppin’ sprees made the mall love us

Rough sex hundred designer fall covers (Uh-huh)

Chronic for months lobster for tour supper (Tour supper)

Cocaine marble hundreds to the floor buffer (Uh)

You was never my man, dawg, you a tour jumper (Uh)

And I wouldn’t give a fuck if the four slump ya (Uh)

My lil man a loose cannon he bout that action (Yeah)

Run around with more tear drops than Mark Jackson

I blame the mediocre for slippin,’ I start laxin’

Gotta automatic son end games like John Paxson

Death to the opp that’s ever played me out to cease

Gucci hair bows before my baby had her teeth

Louie bottoms on, eleven five a piece

Invest in a nigga gift windmills like Dominique

Everything in double refills two times a week

Thank you letters til’ the legends get rid of the obsolete

[Chorus]

Fuck being a runner up (Fuck that)

I got my eyes on the prize, still another day, another buck

Droppin’ in the winter, fuck the summer up (Summer up)

They won’t never treat you like you one of us

[Verse 2]

Got the heart of a spartan, who wan’ battle?

Diamonds so bright they sparkle in my shadow, rap double barrel (ooh)

Feels like a monster when the trouble grab you

For anybody wanna take it there I love to travel (Yeah)

It nothing like foreigns, they hug the avenue

I’m shittin’, your hood is my public bathroom

Bitch told me to go to hell, shit, I been there and left it

Flow so godly it wasn’t nothin’ to clear the exit (Uh)

He claim he a rider nobody know em’ (Know em)

Think they can sit anywhere til you throw em’

Send for my bitch, I'ma have her write you a poem

Pistols of chrome bullets of gold don’t make me throw em’ (Ah)

Woke up by a money machine, hell of a listen (Shh)

And I ain’t givin’ nobody dap, my palm is itchin’

You been tellin’ niggas business so long, ya calm snitchin’ (Uh)

Police wanna catch ya boy slippin’ and convict him

[Chorus]

Fuck being a runner up (Fuck that)

I got my eyes on the prize still another day another buck (Buck)

Droppin’ in the winter fuck the summer up

They won’t never treat you like you one of us